Hang The Moon Novels & Stories

But the Moon was not white anymore it was a pulsing green heart covered in black needles. Thousands of Benson ships were already there connecting to the Moon-Heart. June realized "We are not here to save the Moon we are here to be the ingredients." The hangar doors would not. The ship was being pulled toward a giant glowing green hole, in the center of the Moon. June looked at the General. The General looked at June for the first time they agreed on something. The General said "We must crash the ship" and reached for the self-destruct lever. The lever would not move because a silver hand had grabbed the Generals wrist.

"Whispers of the Mystic Moon" The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow upon Luna's determined figure as she stood before Alpha Burst. Her decision to travel to Blackmoon, driven by a sense of responsibility and a connection to the mystical forces that governed their realms, unfolded in the quietude of their shared space.

"Did your slutty mother's death-scream wake you up? You felt it, didn't you, you little devilish and unfortunate child of a bog whore?" Turning around without taking her eyes off the baby, she walked back to the window still crooning at the baby as the night breeze blew through her dark thick hair and caressed her naked skin. "It’s quite unfortunate that you'll be joining your mother in the underworld where she truly belongs…I can barely stand the sight of you…" She said, gently removed the baby from her arms by holding her by the ankle then she held her upside down outside the window, suspended in the air, exposing the fragile little thing to the night wind and this caused the oblivious bab

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

I was tagged the strict and ‘no mercy’ alpha but I did not care, as long as people feared me, whatever floats their boats is what they can call me. They wouldn’t dare disrespect me. The royalties of the Crescent pack are direct descendants of the first werewolves and every pack member must partake in the moon fall ceremony where a blood oath is renewed among all pack members. That way, we all share the same blood and strengthen our bond with the moon goddess.

Sheila hung up the phone and looked at Mark. “Is she?” “Her wolf is showing up; we have to stop it.” Mark and Sheila ran, leaving Monique at her friend’s place. They looked out towards the cloudy sky. “Sheila, this is not good.” “What?” “Today is full-moon night,” Mark pointed at the sky. Sheila bit her lips, as she knew how dangerous it would be for everyone. “We need to save her.”

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

ALAYNA’s POV The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the garden maze below. Its light filters through the window and the sheer curtains sway gently in the breeze. The night feels unsettling as if the calm is only a facade for something darker just out of reach.

My breaths were coming hard, and the urge to Mate was strong, stronger than it had ever been before. “The Blood Moon is probably affecting Conner, as well.” A crease formed between Wyatt’s eyes. “Adan, if I may say so, you should be with your Mate right now.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded toward the sky. “Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.”

he snarled. Keaton’s truck pulled into the driveway as the moon hung low in the sky, its silvery glow illuminating the tense scene. Channary stood on the porch, her bag clutched tightly in her hands. Her mother lingered just inside the doorway, her face pale and drawn, while Roman stood at the edge of the porch, his posture stiff with barely contained rage.