Heart Of The Moon Book 소설 & 이야기

Lupus bellowed. My eyes closed and I heard more howling and more heavy footsteps. The pain was excruciating, flowing through me like waves of hot lava. My muscles spasmed and contracted, over and over, each time my heart pumped another round of blood through my veins. As the darkness of my pain clouded over my senses, I reached out for the Moon Goddess in my mind, I prayed to the All Mother with everything that I had left.

They were running out of options—and out of time. After what felt like an eternity, they reached a clearing. At its center stood a massive stone altar, weathered by time but still emanating a strange, otherworldly energy. Above it, the moonlight seemed to gather, casting a soft, silvery glow on the object resting atop the altar—the Heart of the Moon. Rhea’s breath caught in her throat. “Is that…?” “Yes,” Kaelan said, his voice low and reverent. “The Heart of the Moon.”

As if washing away my burning heart. I looked at the full moon in the night sky, beside it were two stars also shining brightly. A starry moon that appears every night and the one that convinces me that I am still living in the world inside a novel. “When I first came to this world, the starry moon looked so attractive. They are beautiful, calming and mysterious. I don't get tired staring at them before I go to sleep. But now, whenever I see them, my heart feels like it's going to fall out. Because I remember that dreadful night along.”

Black gems encrusted the moon, making it beautiful in an eerie kind of way. “It’s so pretty,” Aisling murmured; the gems caught the light that crept through the window. As soon as I touched the moon, it was like my hands had a mind of their own. I picked up the moon and pushed it into the indention on the book. A distinct click emanated from the book. I pressed two fingers to the moon and turned it counterclockwise until the latch on the book was removable. “Brigid! Aisling!” I heard Papa calling from downstairs, but I couldn’t stop.

She walked behind a podium, there was a book kept open. "Read this ". I began to read what was in the book. It was about Heart of Gold . After I was done I asked what this was . "I have been doing research on this for a long time. In our world there were very few who were born with this cosmic myth. If a supernatural creature is born during the time of a certain cosmic pattern during a full moon night . They are born with certain powers. They have powers of healing of ancient healers. Their blood can give new lives and sacrifice their heart can give a new life to the dead or a powerful supernatural creature can gain more power".

Because when you are near, I feel like there is a language inside me that I used to speak fluently, and now I can only remember the ache of it. He said none of that. “I need to know what it knows,” he said. Rhea closed her eyes. The fire cracked softly. When she opened them again, the softness in her face had become almost unbearable. “You called me Moonheart.” The name entered the room gently. Maddox reacted as if it had been shouted. His wolf slammed forward.

“The city doesn’t care what you want.” The moonlight poured through a cracked window, silver and unforgiving. Ari realized something then—something terrifying. They weren’t just protecting her. They were fighting themselves. And the rules they’d just laid out? They were already breaking them. Because desire wasn’t fading. It was growing teeth.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

Or did I hear laughter, the kind that didn’t belong in a house built on blood and loyalty? I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and pushed the door open. The world shifted. Vincent stood there, tangled with Stella, my closest friend, my confidante. Their bodies were too close, their smiles too knowing. The room was thick with betrayal, suffocating and raw. My breath caught, my legs threatened to give out. The woman I trusted, the man I loved, their faces so close, so cruel. Stella’s smile was sharp as a knife; Vincent’s gaze was cold, unreadable.