Constellation Curtain Novels & Stories

It had tasteful decoration, with simplistic designs and color combinations, mirrored in every other space in the Still Moon Pack. On my right side were large sliding doors covered by long, flowing curtains that opened up to a beautiful terrace. Right now, the curtains were drawn back on one side, revealing that the morning sun was just about rising. Early, then. Fresh, chilly air streamed in through the little opening in the curtains, but I laid back and allowed my mind to wander. After the meeting with the disgruntled members of the Still Moon Pack a few days ago, the incidents of agitation over the merger had dwindled to zero, thankfully.

She couldn't understand it at all anyway. George carried her in and found the little box No. 2. He pressed the switch on the bedside table, where the door, windows, and also the curtains then closed and were drawn slowly. The curtain was a blackout curtain, which could completely block the sunlight. After he switched on the bedside lamp and the curtain was drawn, the whole room was only left with a dim light of the bedside lamp. It was no different from the nighttime. Sigrid was a little embarrassed. Seeing that he was in a hurry to take off his clothes, she thought for a moment and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. If the clothes are torn, they will need to be sown."

“You’ll need something for tonight.” “Tonight?” Emily turned, grinning. “Your mating ceremony. It’s tonight.” Lydia’s heart dropped. “What?! No. I—I just got here—” “It’s tradition. It’ll calm the pack. And Knox already agreed.” Lydia’s lips parted in protest, but Emily was already picking out a soft green gown embroidered with gold. So much like Blake—relentless, persuasive. Lydia sighed. She had no more fight in her. Not today. “Fine,” she murmured. “But just because you’re too persistent.”

The blanket wrapped around us, making everything hazy—except for that smile. Could I— The sound of the door opening made us both lift the blanket and look up. Julian, Orion's third assistant and loyal follower in his small group, stood there. "Time for work?" I asked, grimacing as Orion stood up. He nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, I wish I could play with you both longer. But—" Julian cleared his throat, and Orion let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, see you tonight. Bye, little boy!" he said to Alvin before striding to the door and leaving with Julian.

4 months have passed since the day I returned "home" And today, is the day I am crowned Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. I was excited, yet, I'm feeling really uneasy. Why? I don't know. So now, Diana is still busy doing my make-up and hair. I could feel Diana pulling my hair. "Diana! What are you doing to my hair- ouch!" "Relax Annabel. Trust me." The pulling continued before she finally said finish. "And voila!" "Finally-" "And now, make-up."

He had learned early on that Lune was sensitive to many things, and he wanted to be the rock she could lean on during this transformative journey. Arlo started by creating a safe and nurturing environment at their home. He transformed a corner of their shared bedroom into a cozy nursery, painting the walls in soft, calming colors. He chose gentle pastels that would evoke a sense of tranquility, far removed from the turmoil they had both faced. Arlo spent hours assembling the crib, meticulously following the instructions, and testing each component to ensure it was secure and safe. It was an act of love, a physical manifestation of his dedication to Lune and their child.

On the dressing table were all kinds of colorful brocade bandages, and the women's vases and jars piled up even more. This is a female room. Warm and beautiful, except for the light blue large floor-to-ceiling window curtains in this place is the only cold color. But there is a person who likes to stand there, one hand pulling the curtain to the side, the other hand pressing the telescope (the kind of glass that helps us see distant objects), looking into it. Waist-length wavy hair is shiny brown like a foreigner, orange nightgown, collar, cuffs, bodice with pink floral border. The original cheekbones are also red because of the reflection, showing a little white.

It all felt like one big barbecue party, with part of it being the welcoming party becoming the member of the pack. When Helena and I joined the crowd, we were received so warmly. Helena was the pack’s Luna, since Jackson hadn’t yet found a new Luna. She had already told me that I was her Luna, but since I wasn’t ready for that yet, we hadn’t shared it with the pack—and fortunately, no one else was pressing me about it. A small, two-level stage had been set up on the lakeshore so that the moon shone beautifully on everyone on stage. Jackson and Dave were already waiting on stage, and Mateo was walking toward us.