Deep Space Nine Pale Moonlight Novels & Stories

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.”

Derek asked from his spot on the wall. "Yes, but fighting off wolfsbane took a lot of energy. The full moon is tomorrow night, and I can feel the Darkness growing. I need to be strong enough to hold it back." Roza replied tightening her hold on me yet again. I could feel her anxiety increase as she mentioned her Darkness. I know she didn't like talking about it with me, but I really needed to do a better job at asking her when it's getting too much for her to handle.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

She reached out and used her fingers to brush back his well combed hair. “You are the most handsome Daddy and the strongest wolf I have ever seen.” She said in a singsong voice while batting her eyes at him… Megan's pack is one of the biggest wolf packs in the supernatural realm of Blue Moon. Blue Moon is one of the three realms on the continent called Eplica. The other realms are the human realm where the Moon is golden and white depending on the season and the Red Moon realm where the Moon is, well, —Red.

The "Stasis-Net" was a marvel of hostile engineering. It didn't just surround the moon; it "locked" its local spacetime. To the observers in New Aethelgard, the moon appeared frozen in a permanent, silvery-white glare. The tides of the sapphire seas, already chaotic from the planet’s shifting orbit, suddenly stalled. Without the moon’s rhythmic pull, the oceans began to "pool" at the equator, threatening to drown the lower geothermal vents.

It was like a heartbeat, an heavy thumping sound that came from deep under the ground. June looked down at the ground. Saw a small red flower growing in the mud.. As she watched the flower started to bleed a red liquid. The silver seed from the space station was stuck to the bottom of Junes boot. It started to glow with a dark red light that was pulsing. "June " the soldier. His face turned white as he looked up at the sky. "The Moon did not just break apart it sent something down to us before it died."

Let the idea root. Then something shifted. Cold. Ancient. It brushed across my senses. Not the warm thread tying me to Kael. Something older. Higher. I lifted my eyes. Daylight stretched wide and clear. And yet... The Moon hung there. Visible. Pale. Wrong. A murmur spread. “That… should not be possible.” The light dimmed, not like a cloud passing… …but like something enormous blinked. Once. Twice. The Moon flickered. Every wolf felt it.

Blackmoon once shrouded in the shadows of manipulation, now stood as a beacon of celestial purity. As the pink sun dipped below the horizon, casting a cascade of pastel hues across the Blackmoon landscape, Luna's celestial aura seemed to blend seamlessly with the cosmic tapestry of Blackmoon. The source of manipulation had been dismissed, and the Blackmoon enclave revelled in the newfound clarity that adorned its Blackmoon streets.

The Zenith touched down in the Sea of Tranquility with the grace of a falling feather. There was no dust cloud; the obsidian soil of the moon had been magnetized, held in a perfect, rigid lattice by the Lunar Spire’s influence. Outside the ports, the landscape was a nightmare of beauty. Huge, glowing depressions—the Data-Lakes—pockmarked the surface, swirling with a bioluminescent blue fog. These weren't water; they were liquid quantum states, each drop containing the compressed memories of a thousand people.