Harvest Moon Grey Mga Nobela at Kwento

She knew where everything was and what to do as she cut into her pancakes. “Oh, Liam,” Lily shook her head. “Think of it this way. It’s your last year that you absolutely have to do this. After all, we’re seniors now. We might as well enjoy it, because this time, we’re going to be kicking our feet up in Auburn U, huh?”

Everything seemed calm and composed, the beauty of the night. Running my fingers in my hair, I rested my back on the resting chair. My eyes automatically went to the moon. In the darkness of midnight, the night sky was scenic. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a harvest moon; the night sky was so clear. The moon, a glowing bluish, loomed large, surrounded by a whitish mixed glow. The moon is not perfect yet it's an example of beauty.

I spot Marlene and the little boy amongst them and call out their names. “Luna! Come, come see the corn we’re growing!” they call out excitedly. I turn to Ryder who smiles at me. Then, together, we walk hand in hand towards the crowd and join them in the harvest. EPILOGUE It is a full moon and the moonlight shines brightly on a clear still pond in the deep forest. The soft moonlight bathes all that it touches in a soft haunting glow. But the light from the moon pales in comparison to the bright shining orb in the middle of the pond.

They aren’t exactly extinct but they go out of their way to keep to themselves. “Here, this is the pack. Harvest Moon,” River says, bringing a large book to my table. I push to my feet and carefully brush away some dust on the cover as I take in the crest. It’s a reddish rust colored moon, with three wolves howling around it. One, matches the color of the moon.

And I will be there, every step of the way. “You will,” I promise. “And when that day comes, you’ll be ready.” .... That evening, the moon rises full and golden over the festival grounds, casting a soft glow on the faces of my pack. Laughter rings out, children dance with garlands in their hair, and the scent of roasted meat and sweet wine fills the air. The Harvest Moon is sacred to us, it’s when we give thanks for survival, for family, for love that endures. I stand before them all, my people, my warriors, my family. And for once, I don’t speak as the Alpha commanding attention, but as a man who’s lived, lost, and found his way again.

The air smelled of iron and burnt rain. Kaelen stirred in the wreckage, his breath rasping against the cold. A thin layer of ash blanketed the valley like snow, gray against the hollow silver light that poured from the ruined sky. Every breath stung. The Harvest Moon—once swollen and crimson—hung dull and colorless above, a pale coin surrounded by ragged clouds.

There were plenty stars and the moon shown so brightly, it illuminated the field ahead quite well. Running my hands over my arms, I shivered lightly. The weather has been really cold recently. And since I don't have a lots of options of clothes to pick from, I make do with what I have. Even if it was wearing two tattered clothes together, I did. But, it does nothing to hide the coldness I was feeling.

A student taps the banner in passing, and it rolls over to reveal the words inscribed on it: GREYSTONE’S HIGH WINTER FORMAL IS HERE: A Night Under The Stars. It's such a cliche tagline. And yet, it stirs a warm feeling in my stomach. Like a blast from the past, the memory of watching the stars past midnight tugs a smile on my lips. Mr Miller’s Calc equations breeze past me as I take another glance at the banner. The thought of reenacting a night of stargazing with her builds up heat in my chest, drowning out every thought of the Lycan. Slowly, a coy plan forms in my mind.

She didn’t even bother to try to make amends first before insisting I attend the festival. The second day of the Harvest Moon Festival was always the most important one. It was when all the allied packs gathered to witness the burning of the offering and pray for continued prosperity. And Luna Helene would have every member of her family present and accounted for, looking perfect and playing their parts like the good little puppets we were supposed to be.

A gut feeling is what humans call it! Alpha Phoenix, the leader of our "Blue Moon pack" that worshiped the Blue Moon, hence the name, had two children; a daughter called Diana and a son called Gray who had yet to take over since he had not found his mate; soulmate that is. Every single wolf has a soulmate, in short another half made just for them. We usually find our mates when we turn eighteen years old and a wolf born into Alpha status like Gray cannot take the ruling position until they have a mate or old Alpha dies. That is why Mara, the daughter of the most loyal Beta of our pack, is his mate-to-be. If he does not find his true mate by twenty-five, he gets betrothed to a female worthy o