Eye Of The Moon Novels & Stories

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

She brought her knees up to her chest, she turned her head to the side, staring out the window, saw the moonlight shimmering through her window. She slowly got out of bed and sauntered towards the window, letting it open. She glimmered as the fragile cinch of nature nuzzled her rinsed cheeks and whacked through her hair. Her gaze went up, staring up at the lustrously flickering moon, full and round, hidden with enigmas lurking behind it, detecting so much havoc here on earth yet still glazed brightly without a care in the world. Skylar did not wish to be like the moon. She darted her gaze, her eyes staring at the houses, through the forest where she could hear the sounds of brakes and the so

Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him. When all he saw were red irises, he felt his blood go cold. “No,” he croaked.

She endured it until she reached her room. A lone tear trailed fell from her eye. Which eye? She's too numb to know. Since she was laying on her back for hours now, her back was already numb. She decided to turn her body and lay on her side, coincidentally, her eyes stared at the bright moon outside. It was also staring at her. The moon represents the spiritual aspects of femineity, such as; intuition, psychic abilities, creativity, and wisdom. Intuition, huh? Agnes refused her gaze.

A sigil marked the top: the twin moons, split down the center by a dagger. “In the oldest packs,” Ronan explained, “there was a tale of a she-wolf born under a blood moon. The ‘Moon’s Eye.’ Said to wield beauty as a weapon and betrayal as her tongue. She rises during a time of fractured bonds, to bring ruin to both Alphas and rogues alike—unless the ‘True Flame’ stands in her path.” “Selena,” Evelyn whispered. “She’s the Moon’s Eye.” Ronan nodded grimly. “And you… you may be the Flame.”

"I promise." She slips outside into the cold night air. The moon hangs enormous in the sky, casting the snow-covered clearing in brilliant silver light. Araya walks slowly, holding Lucian close. The baby stirs but doesn't wake, content in his mother's arms. "Look," Araya whispers. "The moon, Lucian. Araya's Eye. She watches over us." The moonlight seems to intensify, bathing them both in its glow. Araya feels the hum in her blood respond, growing stronger.

"We're going to tear that eye out of the sky." They ran toward the hangar, the Lunar Moss turning a sickly, poisonous purple as they passed. The air was getting thinner, the Gaea’s oxygen supply being siphoned off by the Moon’s core. They reached the hangar just as the Gaea’s light-sails were being shorn off by giant, mechanical shears. The Mother-Code’s scream echoed through the halls, a sound of absolute biological agony. "The Eye is a transmitter!" Aradaa shouted over the roar of the machinery. "He’s going to broadcast the fusion signal from the Moon to the Earth! It’ll hit everyone at once!"

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."

"The Architect does not want you to walk to them, Maya. He wants to tear the foundation of this world until it falls into his lap. He is not building a bridge. He is creating a sinkhole." "Where is the anchor?" I demanded, moving to stand in front of Maya. "If he is tearing the world down, where is the point of entry?" Elias pointed a shaking finger at the moon. "It is not in the sky anymore. It is moving." I looked up. The giant eye of the moon was not hovering at its usual height. It was descending, drifting down toward the valley floor like a silent, predatory bird. The light it cast was turning the forest into a monochrome nightmare of white and grey.