Harvest Moon Grey Novels & Stories

"I don't know." "Well then, change into the next one." Alex says. Aunt claps excitedly and I change into black off-shoulder gown . It has a little sparkle and has a crimson red sleeves joining with the blouse. It has a little deep neckline , but it looks flattering on me. It inhances the shape of my body. I can imagine the perfect makeup and hairstyle. I like this one. Infact love it. I show this to everyone outside. Aunt Sara's mouth is left wide open while Alex is wide eyed. Aurora is grinning . This is it. I twirl in the dress and show the back to them. It has a deep V back , ending just before the curve of my hips. They all give me their approval.

Bright and ordinary and completely unchanged. Inside my chest something began to move. Enormous. Terrifying. So old in shape and so new in fact that I had no framework for it yet, no language, no words to describe it. It pressed against the inside of my ribs and it had an interest in tearing me apart. It felt, against every reasonable expectation, like the first thing in a very long time that was entirely mine. “But, for what I am seeing here, and from every indication, Mrs. Blackwood. You might be pregnant.” I might be what?

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

Maya said, "was the single worst four minutes of my life, and I once had a raccoon get into the shop during the Christmas rush." "How does that compare, exactly?" "The raccoon was more polite." Chloe's laugh cracked out from the back room before she even appeared, wiping flour off her hands, boots crunching over sugar someone had spilled and never swept. Outside, the snow had started again, fat, lazy flakes catching gold in the window display, drifting past the hand-carved reindeer Maya still hadn't managed to sell. Somewhere behind the counter, the radio was playing carols too quietly to make out the words, just enough to fill the silence Victoria had left behind her.

“What about a bright color?” The talkative maid gasped in excitement. “Yellow. We could make it yellow!” The quiet maid pondered it a moment. “The color of harvest, appropriate for the current season.” “And it represents the true blessing of the Moon Goddess!”

Her captivating dark-brown eyes promised me the world, pulling me into their depths even when she couldn’t feel the mate bond- I know because I searched for her the moment I felt it forming years ago. It had been years back, at an annual ceremonial gathering. We had been joined by a few members from the neighbouring packs that my father had invited to a wine moon party, more popularly known as ' Moon Harvest’, which is just a fancy way of inviting a night of fun and drinking before harvesting begins. Long ago, way before my father’s time, obviously, farmers would plant their crops late into the night, with the aid of the bright moonlight, as electricity wasn’t a thing back then. Tradition ke

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

The Broiia wolf had an infectious smile and a withering gaze that could destroy even the most stalwart person. Taking Emory’s hand, she pulled her along with a smile on her face, saying, “Eh, you look great.” They walked out of the gate hand-in-hand, and Kira squeezed her hand tight as she pulled her along, unable to contain her excitement. The moon shone brightly in Emory’s eyes as she looked up at it. It was one of the most beautiful blues she’d ever seen, and by the time midnight rolled around, the full moon would be visible.

" The armored harvesters the Reapers moved forward. Blades spun on their fronts massive, serrated discs designed to cut through the giant cornstalks. Nozzles on their sides began to spray a white mist. Liquid salt. "They're salting the earth!" Martha screamed. The mist hit the outer rows of the corn. The giant stalks withered instantly. They turned brown and collapsed, crumbling into dust. The Gray Children on the porch began to wail. They felt the death of the plants. "Leo!" I shouted. "Stop the spray!" Leo looked at the white mist drifting toward us. "I can't catch a mist," Leo panicked. "It's too diffuse!" "Then don't catch it," Martha yelled. "Blow it away!"