Harvest Moon Marlin Novels & Stories

The harbor was a shimmering turquoise, protected by bio-reefs that hummed with a low-frequency song, keeping the water crystal clear and teeming with life. Julian Thorne stood in his orchard, the salt-spray of the Atlantic mingling with the sweet scent of ripening Gala apples. He was forty-five now, his hair flecked with silver at the temples, his frame leaner and harder from a decade of physical labor. He didn't miss the weight of the God-Slayer on his shoulder; he preferred the weight of the wicker basket on his hip. "The late harvest is looking good, Julian," a voice called out.

The stone floor was slick with the damp of the sea breeze that seeped through the cracks. I walked toward the exit, each step a promise to the lost Omega and to the man who had dared to keep him alive for a week. Outside, the night was a thick blanket over Asterhaven. The moon hung low, a silver sickle cutting the waves into shards of light. The wind carried the scent of brine and iron... the same taste that had haunted my tongue at the beginning of this night. I found Marin waiting at the pier, his boat rocking gently against the dock. He was a fisherman, his skin weathered, his hands calloused from hauling nets and now, from holding a secret that could drown us all.

They just made sure there were witnesses when they hurt you. I pressed my fingers against the tender spot as I hauled another crate of dried meat from the storage shed to the preparation hall. The Harvest Moon ceremony was tomorrow night, and everyone with tainted blood had been conscripted for setup duty. Because heaven forbid the precious high-bloods strain themselves arranging flowers and hanging lanterns for their own celebration. "Need help with that?" I didn't have to turn around to recognize Theo's voice, warm as summer rain and twice as persistent. "I've got it."

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

He finally felt hopeful, with that single backwards glance from her. Sleep came quickly for him, with images of his female fresh in mind. Her dark hair cascading around her face in thick waves, making her eyes a brighter green as they were locked onto his teasingly with a smile to make actors sigh with envy. Her skin a rich tan other women pay top dollar to imitate. She was glowing under the moon's soft light as it mimicked a personal spot light, while she danced in the field they were in just for him.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

Allen had mentioned that it would most likely be deserted this time of year, so it was with great surprise he’d noticed he had company in the cabin to his right. Maybe they just needed a break from life, too, he mused, then returned to his cabin’s kitchen to make himself some breakfast. *** The marina’s general store didn’t open for another twenty minutes, so Maddie passed the time leaning against the dock, watching the miniscule waves crest to lightly kiss the shoreline. Once the manager flipped the window sign from ‘Closed’ over to ‘Open,’ Maddie went inside. To her delight, she was able to buy a rod and reel, hooks, sinkers, worms, and a ten-day fishing license.

The clearing had been prepared with the same careful formality as a wedding, which felt, to Elira, like the cruelest possible detail. White stones marked a wide circle at the center of the training grounds, council representatives from three territories seated along its edge, Thornveil's entire pack gathered in a dense ring behind them, and above it all, a moon just short of full, watching the way it always seemed to now, patient and unreadable.

"Oh, no, I let her go. It would have been a crime to kill something so beautiful just for a wall decoration. At least, I think so. But I have some great photos." He linked his phone to the T.V. and spent the next twenty minutes showing us all the pictures from his trip. We saw alligators in the everglades, manatees floating in the gulf, and, of course, the famous blue marlin. He also showed us pictures of the many different foods he'd tried while in Florida, of course. That, combined with the increasing aroma of Miss Winifred's jambalaya, was making me very hungry.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.