Eye Of The Moon Novels & Stories

Healing is strongest during a full moon. Evans widened his eyes. He recalled that the moon was full last night. Edward and his group must have recovered but why did they not come to school? They must be afraid of the mysterious girl, he had not seen her since he had arrived. "What are you searching for? Can I see?" She questioned from beside him. Evans quickly shifted away from her and then deleted the search. He locked the phone then handed it back to her. "Thank you." Soon, the lecturer closed his notes as time ran out then left. The students started packing their things. Evans remained seated for a while but Jasmine came to his front, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

I worry that doing so might make me feel like I am betraying the memory of Luna Bella. The Moon Goddess, a divine being known for her ethereal beauty and grace, gazed upon the world below with a tranquil expression adorning her face. Her lips, delicately curved, formed a serene smile that radiated warmth and tranquility. Her eyes were filled with a radiant glow, reflecting both wisdom and empathy. They seemed to possess a profound understanding and a keen perception of the world around her.

As if it were pushing me toward something greater by making sure I never quite fit. Evenings were my favorite. When the village grew quiet and the wolves slipped into the forest to practice running, shifting, hunting in the dark, I would sit on the hilltop and stare at the Moon. There was something in it I couldn’t understand: a cold yet living light, as if it carried every secret. I often wondered if there was some truth to what the elders said: that the Moon is not just light, but an eye. The eye of a goddess who watches, selects, and sometimes chooses.

It’s deep and uncontrolled; a veritable thrust of sound that heats my blood. That’s not all I’m aware of as I watch him surrender to a side I’m sure few people see. To understand the complexity that is Moon, you need to appreciate the entire package. His mind is sharp and he reads people easily. I swear he sees inside my brain and plucks out my thoughts. His skin is smoke; it’s the only way to describe it now that I’ve had time to examine him. If I knew nothing about Moon and saw him on the street, I would think Hawaiian or Samoan. He’s exotic, and his eyes grab you first. Blue eyes have never been my thing, but his have changed my mind. And the word “kind” can’t be used in conjunction with

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.

we both said in unison. “Yes, my sweet children. I brought you here to share with you, your destiny.” Louise and I looked at each other confused, then looked at her. “What do you mean Moon Goddess?” Louise asked. “Please call me Selene. And for centuries wars have broken out for one reason or another. They don’t happen as much anymore but they still happen occasionally. I have brought you here to explain why you both have been given the vision of foresight.” “Foresight? You mean like and oracle?” I asked.

Damn, I need a drink. Filling up another glass of whiskey I hear the door open, my body stiffens as I instantly recongnize the scent. Turning slowly, looking into the emberal green eyes I have grown to love and adore. They are staring back at me with so much hate and contempt I can't believe it. Internally slapping myself across the face I realize the room still smells like sex. She knows I just mated with my Luna. Her eyes dark to my neck and a fresh wave a tears spring to her eyes.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

Close enough to see his eyes weren't just amber—they held the same galaxy-flecked patterns as Cynthia's. "Second Moon," the goddess whispered, as the vision began to fray at the edges. "The mate the cosmos provides when the first was never true. Second Chance."

Her eyes were not the typical dark obsidian of her species; they were a piercing, luminous crystal-blue, gleaming with a terrifying, ancient intelligence that felt entirely human. "Rebecca, meet Moon," Maeve murmured softly, using her thumb to gently stroke the soft, downy feathers beneath the owl's heart-shaped face. "She flies faster than the wind, she cannot be tracked by elven glamour, and she knows the paths through the Fae borders better than any living soul."