Deep Space Nine Pale Moonlight Novels & Stories

I only nodded in response, unable to breath a word. "Beta Daniel let's go into my office and talk further." He insisted and left me all alone in the room for a few seconds before the friendly doctor came bustling in with a smile on her face and plate of food in her hands. My stomach grumbled loudly at the sight of food. I hadn't realised I was absolutely starving. "Luna, I hope you are satisfied with this selection of sandwiches. You need your energy." I wasn't sure how I felt about being called Luna but I guess it was something that I was going to get used to eventually.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

“Scout's honor. I just… I need a few minutes to process everything that's happened.” It took extracting about fifty promises that I would call for them if I needed anything, but they finally left. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, instinctively reaching for that meditative state I somehow knew I needed to access. The transition was instant — one second I was lying in my bed, the next I was standing in what looked like the most perfect midnight clearing I'd ever seen. A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light.

“I’m looking forward to studying you very closely, Juniper Sinclair. Lay you out over my lap like a good book. Trace my fingertips all along so I can follow your story.” I pretend I’m not blushing, turning my attention back to the engravings as he steps close. Both of us fall silent, our teasing fading away. Anton stands at my side, both of us studying the panel before us. Which is…very unique. Mostly because…Life isn’t in it very much at all. I cock my head to the side, my eyes moving over the three moons at the top of the panel – references, obviously, to this world and the celestial bodies that are almost always visible in the dark sky.

The smoke from the western wing had thinned enough that the sky was visible through it. And the sky was not the dark gray of early dawn anymore. The full moon moved to the exact center of the window. Enormous and flooding the treatment room with silver light that mixed with the white of the Mark and produced something between the two. Something that settled over the bed and over me and over everything in the room. "The moon," she said quietly. "I know," Elara said. The eleventh wave was built. "AAHH!" "Now!" Edna said. "Nerissa. Now. Give me everything."

The script shifted, reforming into new words as though answering me directly. To sever it fully, the bond must be sealed beneath a sky without sun. The eclipse comes in nine days. One ingredient remains. Moon Salt, drawn only from the deepest caves beneath the world, where no light has ever reached. The glow faded as quickly as it had risen, the crack in the floor sealing itself shut with a grinding finality that left the chamber unnervingly quiet. "Nine days," Kieran said, voice tight. "And we do not even know where these caves are."

Jolie POV 2:47 AM — Full Moon The water breaks with light. Not a slow seep—an explosion of light that floods the room and blazes through the cabin windows and wakes the compound faster than any alarm could. I hear it before I fully process what's happening: the sound of wolves rousing, voices, boots on the path outside. The full moon overhead and the moonfire inside me responding to each other in a way they haven't yet, frequency matching frequency, and somewhere in my chest my daughter announces herself.

The Crown of Luna blazed. Moonfire spread through the darkness like the first light of dawn. The Seven-Star Crystal floated into the air. The blackened third star began to flicker. Not black. Not yet white. But silver. Hope. Caelum gasped. His black eyes briefly returned to their original brilliant gold. "Moon Queen..." He smiled weakly. "You remind me..." "...of Seluna." Then a terrifying roar split the heavens. The sky cracked open. An enormous hand of living darkness reached down from the Void itself.

Then 299,999. Then 299,998. Moons were disappearing. Not fading. Vanishing. Like someone was erasing stars. “They’re not going to the sky,” Dara whispered. “They’re going into the ground.” Under the trees, small lights flickered in the soil. Like seeds. But wrong. Cold. Suri knelt. Dug. Found one. A moon seed. White and pink twisted together. But cracked down the middle. “They’re falling,” she said. “The forest is eating the moons.”