Deep Space Nine Pale Moonlight Novels & Stories

Sal then walked over to Luna Rayne who was standing beside me and said, “Your necklace now not only holds the power of the moonstone but also the sunstone too. I looked at the necklace after he had handed it back to Luna Rayne to see that it did indeed have a green cast to it. It was as if the moonstone was now incased in the green sunstone. Luna Rayne and I both stared in awe knowing that neither of us had ever seen anything like it before. “Did the spell work?” Alpha Hunter now asks Sal and Sal nods his head and says, “We won’t have to ever worry about seeing the Moon Witch again. She is a prisoner in her own realm.”

Unexpectedly, she didn’t react that way, she only sighed and grabbed my hands. “Moonlight Shadows is very complicated and I’m afraid yours would be much more complicated” “What do you mean, Mother?” My brows scrunched up in confusion as I tried to comprehend what she said “What do you feel around Gabriel?” She asked and my eyes widened the size of saucers under her scrutinising gaze. What does she mean? Wouldn’t I be embarrassing myself by telling her these things? What would she think of me? “Do I really have to tell you that, Mother?” I asked, blush creeping onto my face as I felt slightly embarrassed.

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and she curled into him, her head on his chest. "Kane," she whispered, "will you always be with me?" "Yes," he said. But he was looking out the window at the moon. He remembered another night. Another moon. He was nineteen years old, lying on the grass by the Moon Spring with Selene's head on his shoulder. She was playing with the moonstone around her neck—the one he had given her for her seventeenth birthday. "Moonstones are the moon's tears," she had said. "If I hold onto it, the moon will help you find me. No matter how far apart we are."

The moon had begun its descent behind the jagged peaks of crescent vale, casting long shadows over the alpha’s quarters. Luna paced the polished stone floors, golden eyes glowing faintly as the bond thrummed through her veins like wildfire. Her mind was a chaotic tangle of need and desire, the pull of the bond making it impossible to focus, impossible to rest.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

The moon represents love, coldness, and compassion. Watching everything from afar, it holds all the mysteries of the world. Being the oldest guards of the world, it protects humans from the dead and profane creatures that are hiding under the dark with its silvery light. But that day there's no moon and moonlight. It's completely dark in that eerie midnight. The place was weirdly silent and cold, perhaps the air and the trees know what type of merciless act going to happen there. Tides moved slowly in fear and no other creature is awake to witness it.

The pod groaned, a high-pitched metallic protest that vibrated through their teeth, before the inertial dampeners finally caught. Silence followed—thick, suffocating, and absolute. Killian didn't look at Silas, who was hunched over the navigation console, his fingers dancing over a flickering green display. He didn't look at the tactical readouts. He kept his eyes locked on the small, reinforced porthole. Outside, the moon was no longer a solid, cratered orb. It looked like a fractured diamond, a cloud of glowing silver dust and jagged debris hanging in the blackness. And in the center of that debris, a single speck of intense, white light was drifting toward them.

He settled into a long vigil, determined to be there for Kaerlia every step of the way on her journey to recovery, no matter how long it took. ~~~ The Moon Palace was a breathtaking sight to behold. It stood upon the surface of the moon, gleaming with an ethereal luminescence that cast a gentle, silver-blue glow over the lunar landscape. The palace seemed to merge seamlessly with the moon's natural beauty as if it were a part of the celestial body itself.

The First Enemy POV: Aidan For a moment I think I heard the Custodian wrong. A scout. The word repeats in my head like an echo that refuses to stop. Matteo is the first one to react. He stares at the projection hovering above the silver floor. The tiny object drifting near the outer edge of the solar system. “That,” he says slowly, pointing at it, “is the scout for the galaxy eating moon.” Yes. The Custodian’s voice remains perfectly calm.