Half Moon Spectacles Novels & Stories

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

He should have at least had a tracker on her,to know where she was, but now he hasn't a single idea or thought as to where this was made or who she was. “Just some more, and I'll head on to sleep.'' Kylen pleaded while he staggered towards the bar, trying to reach for the bottle. His eyesight became blurry as he ended up hitting the bottle with the back of his palms. With a loud crash, throttle the bottle fell, and a satisfying sound was made “Oh no. No. No no, I need this back. I'm not done drinking; I can't just let it go; I want to have it back.” Kylen retired, bursting into tears as he bet on his knee, the shards of glass piercing through his skin.

CHAPTER ONE The full moon that night was unusually bright. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever seen it shine that brightly, but I did remember sitting at the raised pedestal with my family and my friends, where I was supposed to be eating and celebrating, but all I did was look glum. The moon was supposed to be a warning, but I missed it. My father caught me staring up at the moon curiously and I heard him give a low chuckle beside me. "You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?"

she asked in a low whisper, her gaze falling to my lips. Her voice was soft, almost hypnotic, and I found myself lost in the depths of her hazel eyes. They were filled with a mix of concern and something else—something that made my heart race even faster. The moonlight highlighted the gentle curves of her face, and I could see the faint flush on her cheeks.

She placed a gentle hand on mine and was quiet for a moment before she spoke with determination. "There is a place, hidden deep within the woods, where the moon's magic is said to be at its strongest. It is rumored to bring clarity and protection to those who seek it. Perhaps, it could be the haven you need and if course I would come with you everywhere you decide to go my sweet sister" Hope flickered in my heart, and I looked at Joan with newfound determination. "Take me there. I must find solace for the sake of our child." And just as she was about to respond I remembered that Gerald still had not made up his mind and a sad look come across my face,

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

Ellen ordinarily thought that the lightning would disappear, yes, it disappeared leaving a shocking revelation to the eyes of anyone who is as curious as Ellen_ There wasn't just a moon but two half moons. She moved backwards while gasping for air with her palm on her lips. "This is strange!" She lamented with widened eyes and just then the door of her room opened and Damien walked in slightly drenched. "My love, what's the matter?" He inquired when he saw her strange behavior. "Damien, two half moons are in the sky!" She exclaimed while pointing at the window. Damien noticed the strange behavior of his guards and maids on his way here but it didn't occur to him to ask if there was a reason

When she stepped out, she caught her reflection in the fogged mirror. Lila Winstone's face stared back at her. Brown eyes. Black hair plastered to her skull. The thin white scar across her collarbone. She pressed her palm to the glass. *You died,* she told the reflection. *You died, and I buried you, and I'm not digging you back up.* *Aurelia Chen*. The woman in the mirror didn't blink. She wrapped a towel around herself, walked to her laptop, and opened the next quarter's projections. The prosthetic line needed a secondary supplier in case the Moonlight Pack deal fell through. She'd start reaching out to human manufacturers in the morning.

"Because I asked you to." So, I stayed. I sat on the east wing window seat with the curtain pulled back three inches with my notebook in my lap and nothing written in it, while I watched the grounds. The perimeter lights ran in a chain along the north wall and bent around the west corner and the gap between them. At midnight the grounds were still. At twelve-eleven they weren't. Two figures moved through the exact gap with deliberateness like they had memorised where the light stopped. They weren’t running; rather they were walking, low and fast, following the line of the treeline along the north edge where the shadow was deepest.

But that night, beneath a blood moon and a sky split with silence, when grief hollowed my chest and I had nothing left but regret— she came. No words. Just light. A silver glow gathered in her hands and drifted into mine— warm, pulsing, ancient. The Moon’s Time Key. It shimmered with power I couldn’t understand, only feel. The moment my fingers closed around it, the world held its breath. Before dawn, I climbed the mountain trail to the forgotten temple. The old priestess was already waiting. Her eyes—clouded with age and moonlight—looked right through me. “Before you turn the key,” she said,