Half Moon Spectacles Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Her eyes locked directly onto mine, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room became darker. “We know about your business,” she started, “And we know that moon shades are becoming increasingly difficult to acquire.” Ah. Now we were getting somewhere. The moon shades. They could be refined into powders, oils, perfumes and even medicines that are specifically useful to female werewolves, especially Lunas. Vivienne’s gaze sharpened, and she continued speaking, “We want to buy your moon shades.” She paused as her eyes locked on mine, “All of them.”

Then I heard it. “Selena.” I froze. The voice was soft and melodic, but it carried weight, like the wind itself bowed to it. I turned slowly and gasped. She floated just inches above the ground, her presence consuming everything. The half-moon sigil glowed bright on her forehead, more powerful than mine. In her right hand, she held a silver orb a miniature moon. Behind her, a colossal full moon bathed her in light. Her feet never touched the ground. Her hair floated as if underwater, shimmering like stars caught in strands of silk.

She closed it back. Sumico opened again the second drawer. There were quite several usual stuff belonging to a young beautiful girl: several combs, several cosmetics, several stationery sets produced by Huangwira Enterprise, and also several mirrors, lipsticks, and contact lenses. “As far as I remember, Hanny’s eyes are alright and healthy. They don’t get any myopia or hypermetropia. So, why does she have to wear contact lenses?” mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead.

The glass was translucent and so she couldn't see what was on the other side of it but just upon reaching it something happened. The translucent glass turned transparent and seeing what was on the other side, Molly's heart dropped as she took a quick step back. It was a view that was so out of the world it took her breath away, and not in the good way. It was a view of a dark sky with ten moons arranged in a smooth arch from one end of the night sky to the other; large moons that had craters on them and glowed with different colours. Dark grey, white, red and yellow, purple and white, light blue, rose and purple, orange and yellow, light green, golden brown and light grey; offering a view th

She saw Carrie look at her from the Corner of her eyes, but she continued on in a soft voice. “It’s a special pendent for a special girl. It’s magical” Lily said as she took the moon pendent into her hands and with her fingers twisted it. It separated into two pieces. The part with the chain looked like a half moon shape while the other part was of the full moon which slotted into place to make one big moon pendent. Gemma looked at the necklace in awe as she reverently touched it. Lily put it on her daughter’s neck and arranged her hair around it.

All I can do is watch. And it’s torture. Salcom pulls her toward the center of the room where it sits… the real Moon’s Tear . The bottle rests on a pedestal carved from obsidian, its surface smooth but etched with ancient markings that glows faintly, like the sun but not as bright. The Moon's Tear itself is contained in a crystal-clear glass, the liquid inside glowing with an otherworldly light that almost hurts to look at. It’s small, just a vial, really, but it radiates power so immense, so untouchable, it feels like the guards themselves are holding their breath.

We were free. And we had exactly two minutes to live. But then, I saw it. On the floor, near Rowan’s tube, was a small, silver object. It had survived the transition. It was the Librarian’s spectacles. And next to them, written in the frost on the metal floor, were three words: **[LOOK AT THE MOON.]** I looked up at the sky. The moon wasn't white. It wasn't grey.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

The moonstone was adorned with intricate celestial motifs, depicting stars, moons, and constellations that seemed to come to life, their brilliance twinkling with a captivating luminosity. The vast, open space I stood in had a high, vaulted ceiling, giving the impression of reaching into the heavens themselves. The walls were lined with arched windows, each offering panoramic views of a moonlit landscape beyond. The moonlight streamed through these windows, infusing the hall with a soft, silvery radiance and creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow.