Howl's Moving Castle Shooting Star Novels & Stories

I answered him. Suddenly I saw a shooting star. "wow" I whispered, the last time I had seen a shooting star was when I was 7, stargazing with my mother, it was so beautiful. "it's beautiful" I murmured. "Not as beautiful as you" Lorenzo replied, his voice was soft and filled with sincerity. I turned to look at him, our faces inches apart. He simply smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I mean every word, doll"

The Castle stands firm and imposing–a resolute tower of unwavering strength despite the previous onslaught of the maniac wolves on it. Its previously breached walls are already fixed or almost fixed. And decors about the upcoming wedding have started to brighten its dull grey wallings. At the top of the hill, I pull Storm to a stop, ignoring his whine of disagreement. It snickers. Stomping its hooves and shifting unsteadily when I move to Ophelia. I reach for her, and she hesitates. Her face tightens before she eventually loosens into my hands, letting me help her down her mount.

Rebel stops moving and stands tall. “Drop the gun Luna.” Savage shouts, but she doesn’t. She lifts her chin higher, watching Rebel. She smiles and my eyes widen. Everything happens in slow motion. Two shots go off.

he says in a low, furious voice. “See, we can agree or disagree on whether or not firing a gun is an artform. But I think we can both agree, artistic or not, Scythe is one hell of a shot,” I say with a cocky smirk. He looks down at me in stunned silence, his brows furrowing as he tries to fathom my words. He shakes his head, unable to reconcile the information I have provided him. “You told me that fucker was dead!” Castor shouts at Sathariel in a rage.

she said, pointing at something in the sky. I looked up, and my eyes widened as I saw a shooting star. As weird and cliche as it may have sounded to some, I had been praying for a sign from the moon goddess so I could be certain that I was making the right decision by agreeing to go ahead with the rejection ceremony. On seeing the shooting star, I immediately thought to myself that this could be a sign, and I closed my eyes, making a wish about it. Layla nudged me with her elbow. "What did you wish for?" she asked me.

As I thought about talking to Willow I looked to the sky and saw a shooting star fall from the heavens. It was as if the Moon Goddess was telling me I needed to make amends with Willow. My wolf then whimpered and I didn’t know if it was for Jess or Willow, but I knew he was hurting.

He staggered, flickering, but stood again almost instantly. Astraen raised his hand—and the marsh lit up. Dozens of tiny white sparks appeared around him, swirling like constellations pulled from the sky. Cael’s eyes widened. “He’s summoning starlight—Lyra, move!” The starlight burst outward in an explosive wave. Lyra threw herself down just as a blazing arc ripped through the fog, slamming into the Shadehunter and tearing chunks of shadow from its form. The creature staggered, its outline glitching like broken glass reforming itself.

Brizio lifted his wand in the air and casted, "Curtains of Fire shower!" Balls of fires appeared around him like hanging stars. After it reached a certain number, he shook his wand and pointed towards Lola. All the balls of fire that were gathered around him moved towards her with an ingenious speed like it would hit her at any moment. Some people exclaimed, "It's…. It's 50 stars of fire shower! He must be really powerful!" "That lady is done for."

at the end of Verra's sentence a massive green pillar of mana shot into the sky. "What? What is that?" An uproar began around them. People began running towards the shelters, thinking the Falling Stardust was under attack. "It's coming from the Hurricane territory," Eloise called out. "Xasha!" Verra shouted in excitement and took off in that direction. While in the air, she saw a shadow passing from the corner of her eye and stopped. She around only to see a beardy and unkempt Xasha staring at her with disbelief in his bloodshot eyes.

I sigh and lean back in my chair while sloshing the whisky around the glass. “Speak up, Starling.” I growl after several minutes of silence. I can feel her filling the office with her warm magic but I have no idea what she’s doing, when I glance towards her, I see her head is bowed and she’s moving her hands in a way I’ve seen her do many times before. It's kind of like sign language but it's also not; she’s casting some kind fo spell and it's not one I’ve seen before. She doesn’t say anything for a few more minutes; she just keeps gesturing with her head bowed and a look of concentration on her face.