Human Moondrop Novels & Stories

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

Just as we were throwing claws, blood filling our clothes as they tore through, Moon came down running towards me and like a golden opportunity to tame me, she grabbed Moon and used her as cover holding her sharp claws close to her throat, I shifted back into a human form, "Let her go?" I demanded with pleading eyes. She pulled her along, throwing her claws into the air and about to smash them against her skin, the light in the room went off and everyone became bothered, that was strange, but not eerily similar to her bring slaughtered, gifted by the moon goddess, I was at a huge advantage, I quickly snapped Moon out of her hand, and darted for the door, like as fast as my leg could take me

Elodie’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "Don't touch me," she rasped. The man stepped into the light. "I don't want to hurt you. I want to harvest you. The twins are the key to the next five hundred years of human evolution. You’re just the vessel." He lunged. Elodie didn't have a weapon, but the White Moon wasn't just a light. She threw her hands forward, a blast of pure, pearl-white energy erupting from her palms. The man was thrown back against the wall, his goggles shattering, but he didn't stop. He rolled to his feet and slammed his fist into the stone wall, a concealed blade sliding from his sleeve.

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

Then 299,999. Then 299,998. Moons were disappearing. Not fading. Vanishing. Like someone was erasing stars. “They’re not going to the sky,” Dara whispered. “They’re going into the ground.” Under the trees, small lights flickered in the soil. Like seeds. But wrong. Cold. Suri knelt. Dug. Found one. A moon seed. White and pink twisted together. But cracked down the middle. “They’re falling,” she said. “The forest is eating the moons.”

The full moon, once soft and bright, blazed with ten times its original radiance. And then, silver rain began to fall from the heavens. This was no ordinary rain. Every drop hummed with dense, concentrated moonlight energy, and where it touched her skin, there was no cold—only a warm, gentle heat. A celestial phenomenon seen once in a century: the Moonfall Rain. The first drop landed on the back of Eira’s hand, wrapped tight around the medallion. The ancient silver emblem burst to life, blazing with a light brighter than the full moon itself.

I placed a sleek, silver case onto the polished surface. The latch clicked, a sound that made the Senator flinch as if I’d fired a gun. "Uncle Aaron is yesterday’s news. You really should keep up with the current events. I've formed new alliances, so should you." I flipped the lid open. Inside, nestled in black velvet, were the new capsules. They glowed with a light sheen. MoonDrop. He didn't even wait for me to give him the signal. He scrambled for one of the capsules like a starving animal. His fingers were clumsy as he shoved it into his mouth.

I love them both, but this side of her is so unpredictable that I never know what she is going to do. Mudd is smeared around her mouth and across one cheek. Her hands are filthy and there is mudd squishing between her shoeless feet. She drops the last of the worms that are in her hands back into the earth and I watch as she carefully pushes the mound of mudd back into the hole, burrying the worms alive. Layla stands and walks over to me and her eyes drop to my dick. It is only then that I realize I have been stroking myself watching her feast.

“Its just my monthlies, nothing alarming- argh.” “No, this is not normal.” Derrick spotted the droplets of blood pooling beneath her. Alarmed he checked her dress. Her light brown dress had turned dark and soaked with her blood. She collapsed against him. He caught her instantly, lifting her into his arms without hesitation. “Hang on, Violet.” he said, panicking. “I’ll get you to the hospital.” Derrick didn’t care about the stains, the mess. He put her at the front seat of his car and sped out of the compound.

Solange doesn't take away her eyes from her food, but she smirks and it is as if she is feeding Deidre with her energy. I tighten my fists and try to focus on something; I lock my eyes on the knife in front of me, and I study it, trying to distract myself from it. I remember what Mei said about her; she creates this feeling to make me feel less and to scare me. She plays dirty. I study the knife and feel like every part of my body wants to get out of that room, but my mind is convinced that is not the time nor the place to back away. I am the Luna, and I am where I belong. They are the strangers in uncharted territory.