Human Moondrop Novels & Stories

The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything. I looked down at my hands, and they were no longer human. They were claws, sharp and deadly. What had I done? And then, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A figure standing in the shadows, watching me. Who was it? And what did they want from me? As I stood there, frozen in fear, the figure began to move towards me. And then, everything went black.

One of the Alphas asked Dylan. "We will use our claws not our teeth to kill them. Mind link our all members to use their claws in war to kill enemy. And warn them about the poison. The beast will give us the chance to bite them but we need to act smartly" Dylan said and all Alphas nodded their head and started mind linking their people. Just then they saw a bright white light middle of the hut. Everyone got down on their knees including Dylan because the light belonged to the moon goodness. "Your Highness" Everyone greeted the moon goodness.

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.

I asked myself. A slight glimmer of light appeared from further away ahead of us. We could see it grow brighter as a dark figure appeared, carrying a weirdly shaped stick that was glowing on its top. Not being able to see the person’s face, as it was somehow hidden in the darkness, the voice asked us, “Who goes there?” Marcus took one step towards the male, as he said, “We are looking for Melissa Moone.” The male with the glowing stick stepped forwards, “Who sends you?”

Nikki POV I feel like I am sinking deeper into depression. My birthday is just weeks away and the blood moon the week after. Maybe I should just go to Desert Moon Pack for my first shift, it’s a safe place away from humans. That’s all that really matters, right? It isn’t like I have my parents there to make the shift easier. And when I talked to Luna Hope about having Aunt Jeni step in she wasn’t sure that a family member who wasn’t my parents would be sufficient. So it isn’t like I need to go home for her to be with me.

For Cody, he pretends to need these things to evade further investigation into his private life. The evening after we grabbed coffee, I followed him. His footsteps scuffed against the sand of the Saint Maria river bank. His eyes were purple, the lavender that eliminates the moon. The moon called to him that night, the way it calls to all his kind. His fingertips were claws, short tipped claws pointing out with rage on them. The saliva dripped from his teeth, and his shirt bulged as the moon began to change him.

Dark clouds suddenly pass over the moon, cutting off the light. When the sky clears, a chilling sight unfolds before me. A swarm of red eyes and shapes are marching down the hills. My heart flips. This war is really happening. At first, the shapes are like tiny ants, but as they get closer, their twisted forms become clearer under the moonlight. These creatures look exactly like the bastard I saw that night at the pack river, their long, thin bodies coated with thick, dark slime. Their eyes are big and slitty, glowing a vicious red with their claws and fangs.

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.

(I know) "I apologize for my male, Luna. He tends to be very mischievous." Moira confesses, her accent is very thick and foreign to me just like Phobos's. "Oh no, it is quite all right. I do not mind." I am quick to ease her tension, I adore pups I see them as not harmful or annoying. They are gifts of the moon are they not? There is an abrupt silence that engulfs the crowd as they view me with awestruck eyes.

My gaze fell on the moonlit room, and I silently thanked the Moon goddess for sparing me from the horror I had witnessed in my dream. With my heart gradually returning to its regular rhythm, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. My hands trembled slightly as I wiped the sweat from my brow, trying to dispel the lingering unease that had settled over me. In moments like these, I felt a twinge of vulnerability, a reminder that even in my role as Luna, I was still human, susceptible to fears and anxieties.