Goodnight Moon Novels & Stories

“How about a song instead?” Anya nodded eagerly. “Okay!” Penelope’s voice, soft and melodic, filled the room: “Hush, little star, shining so bright, Guide this sweet girl through the night. Dream of wonders, soft and deep, Close your eyes and fall asleep.” Before the song ended, Anya’s eyes had fluttered shut. Penelope smiled, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “Goodnight, sweet pea,” she whispered. She kissed her forehead, tucked the blanket snugly around her, and switched off the lamp, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the ceiling stars.

I exclaimed, listening intently as she described her mother’s enormous wolf form. “Yes, but Mummy’s wolf is very kind. She carries me on her back when the moon comes out,” Riley said with a proud grin. “She howls ‘Awoo’ to greet the Moon Goddess, and all the animals listen to her. Then we run super fast to find yummy treats in the forest!” I noticed her eyelids began to droop, so I hummed a lullaby, stroking her hair until her breathing softened, her small form succumbing to sleep. I felt my own fatigue press down on me, and, before I knew it, sleep crept over me too.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the soft glimmer of moonlight, she whispered a silent promise to Theo—to fill his life with stories, love, and the endless wonder of imagination. Theo's breathing softened into a gentle rhythm of sleep, his chest rising and falling in sync with the peaceful night. Mama Hazel sat by his side, the soft light of the nightlight casting a warm glow over the room. She watched Theo's serene expression, his dreams now filled with the enchanting tale she had woven for him.

Luke whispered, more to himself than anyone else, before leading the herd back to their base under the waning moonlight. *** That night, the full moon shone softly, illuminating every corner of Luke's room quietly. The atmosphere in the room was quiet, yet there was a heavy silence in the air. Luke sat on the window ledge, looking out with thoughtful eyes. The moonlight bounced off the wooden floor beneath him, as if reflecting the feelings he held in his heart-a mixture of serenity and emptiness.

According to her, it was a sign that the Moon mother favored Megan and her cubs. The labor was difficult and long. It took Megan three days to push out the cubs and in those three days, KuLaa, through her magic, made sure the Moon never stopped shining and when the cubs arrived, she made sure the sun didn't set for another seven days. She made mother and babies stay up in the sun, rain, and Moon for seven good days before allowing them to retire back to their room. On those seven days, several rituals were made, and the cubs were named. The male was called Amoux and the female was named Ainar.

Moana One night, I was reading a bedtime story to Ella when I found myself nodding off in the chair by her bed. I didn’t wake up until a couple of hours later. She was fast asleep and I didn’t want to wake her, so I quietly got up and slipped back into my room to go back to sleep. When I walked back into my room, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, seeing as how tired I was. I moved my sketchbook aside and climbed into the covers, and quickly fell asleep.

I just have to wait for that time and not think about anything else. I don't want to go back to my old self. I don't want to believe what my mother said. I don't want to return to the trauma I've been running away from for so long. Night fell, and a few events for our students had just ended. The bonfire was over, and we were all in tents. I glanced at my watch; it was almost one in the morning, the time Gadreel and I agreed upon. Aimee was fast asleep due to exhaustion, and the surroundings were quiet. There was no noise outside except for the chirping of crickets and the gentle breeze.

Walking on the dark road, Walking by the silent pound, Sitting by the old lord, Sky looking rosy gold, A scared boy called you, Crying for single you, Teary eyes finding you, Trembling hand calling you, Weak cries filling skies, Asking for you flying high, Starry sky awaiting you, Walking Moon passing by. Young lad calming down, Watching you smiling now, Bunny boy watching you, Walking Moon passing by. Taking you in the hand, Younger boy running home, Keeping you in the gleam, Sleeping now for your dream, Walking home singing high, Walking Moon passing by.