Hang The Moon Novels & Stories

she chuckled, bringing him only closer to her. “Definitely thumbs…” he promised, thrusting softly against her. “This though… this is just an added bonus.” “Wow…” “What?” “So romantic…” “You know you love it,” he teased her. “Now, come on… I hear it’s a full moon tonight.” Aislyn frowned, “You heard?” “You’re not quiet, baby,” he replied, his body already transitioning on top of hers. His Beta was back in his true form, ready to entertain this fantasy.

It made a neat arc and hit his cheekbone and slid in a line that looked like a sentence I had finally decided to write. His eyes flashed. He laughed again, wiped it with the back of his hand, smeared it into his beard like paint. “Camera,” he said cheerfully. “Did you get that?” The crewman nodded, sick. The lens shook. “Good,” Ronan said. He turned, shouted to the ring. “Move! We break camp. Blood Moon is tomorrow. The rite holds now like wet mortar. By tomorrow it will be stone. At moonrise, we finish.” He bent close to my ear. “You will thank me by then.”

The moon was a blade tonight. It hung sharp and silver above the treetops, pouring light down into the clearing where Sienna stood, barefoot and trembling. The bite on her shoulder throbbed like a second heartbeat, hot and pulsing, each beat whispering one word through her body: His.

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.

Staring at the weathered faces of middle-aged strangers won’t bring me any closer to her. A draft stirs through the room, rustling the loose pages. The windows beside me rattle softly as a chill wind presses inside. I glance toward them, startled. “When did it get so dark?” The moon hangs half-hidden behind a veil of clouds, faint and pale, but the stars burn around it. So bright, unyielding and countless. I let out another sigh, tilting my head back. “Moon Goddess,” I whisper into the quiet, “why would you dangle something so important in front of me… only to take her away?”

“Okay so here is what we are going to do. This guy wants us to give him the pendant by the next blood moon which is in 6 weeks. I’m thinking we give it to him.” “WHAT?” The whole group says at the same time. Jake laughs and looks at everyone “Yes, we should after we make a copy of course. Do we know if he knows what it looks like?” “Not that I remember.” Harriett adds. Jake nods at her and adds “He will need to be able to feel the power from it though that’s the only thing that is hanging me up.” “I can do that.” Everyone turns around to see the moon goddess behind them.

Building Tension The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the ancient ruins where the fateful confrontation was about to unfold. The air was charged with anticipation as the main character, Elysia, stood at one end of the desolate courtyard. On the opposite side, her nemesis, the enigmatic Time Weaver, awaited her.