I See The Moon And The Moon Sees Me Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My eyelids felt heavy and it seemed like the moon was lulling me to sleep. Note: dear readers, I would like you to follow me on my F******k. I have an announcement to make here. Also, I know, I have many silent readers. That is why I need you to let me know if you are still reading this book. F@cebook- phoenix Author

Maya said, "was the single worst four minutes of my life, and I once had a raccoon get into the shop during the Christmas rush." "How does that compare, exactly?" "The raccoon was more polite." Chloe's laugh cracked out from the back room before she even appeared, wiping flour off her hands, boots crunching over sugar someone had spilled and never swept. Outside, the snow had started again, fat, lazy flakes catching gold in the window display, drifting past the hand-carved reindeer Maya still hadn't managed to sell. Somewhere behind the counter, the radio was playing carols too quietly to make out the words, just enough to fill the silence Victoria had left behind her.

I could not see its face. But I could feel it watching me. No voice came. No words. Only one thought entered my mind. Come. The vision vanished. Silence returned. Liam slowly lowered his book. "That was unsettling." Chloe nodded. "Very." Wesley looked at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Probably." "We're going to have to visit them." I sighed. "Yes." --- That evening, I walked through the Moon Palace gardens. The flowers glowed beneath the moon.

The words seemed heavier now. Darker. The children were playing under the full moon when it began. I froze slightly. The full moon. A strange coincidence. At first, it was his hands. They stretched. Twisted. Bones cracking beneath skin that no longer knew how to hold its shape. My heart started to race. Then came the sound. Not a scream. Not a cry. But something deeper. Something animal. I shut my eyes briefly. “No… it’s just a story,” I whispered. But my hands refused to close the book.

IRIS POV I wiped off the book shelf’s with a napkin, there were different books, history, pack welfare and war strategy. So, Ryker was the reading type. That's surprising, for a man who seemed to communicate mostly in threats. Mira was busy dusting off the sofa and cleaning the table spotless. I picked one of the books that caught my interest; Titled the history of the Moon. The paper made crinkly sound as I opened the page. My eyes skimmed the elegant writing about the Moon Goddess and the profound, inescapable nature of the mate bond.

As she read it, her eyes became bigger. I took the book from her and flipped through it some more. I handed it back to her, and she studied the picture on the page. “You have a scar that looks like this,” she informed me as if I didn’t know. It was cute. I nodded. I watched as they read over that section. She would look up and study me every now and then. It was as if she was trying to see what they were talking about. She wanted to understand what they were describing. Her eyes grew large, and I knew she’d made it to the last part. The moon cannot function without the sun. It does not shine. It cannot withstand all that is forced at it. It may not manipulate the waters. It cannot do anythin

"Just get some pizzas. Oh, breadsticks and applesauce for Kas. Do you want anything else, Baby?" "A banana would be great. I'm really hungry." Bronx smiles. "Get the lady a banana, Milo!" I turn back to the book I'm reading. It is written in old English, so it's difficult to understand. I flip the page to find a beautiful hand-painted illustration. It is a depiction of the Moon Goddess. There's a man standing next to her that looks like a king. They are surrounded by children. She is holding a baby in her arms with gray hair and violet eyes. The title on the next page says 'Menae - Children of Selene'. No freaking way.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

I couldn’t lie…he’d seen everything. Maybe it was time to finally tell someone about the beast inside me and Elvin was the right person. He was closer to Lily than anyone else, and I trusted him to protect her from me until I found the “cursed Blood Moon book”. “Bryain,” Elvin said again, dragging me out of my thoughts. “Say something I’m waiting.” I looked Elvin in the eyes and saw the worry etched across his face, I told him everything about the beast inside of me, every detail, right down to what the Moon Seer had said.

And I never forgot it. “Moon markings…” I whispered to myself, turning another page. “Moon-borns… Star children… no… no…” I reached for a thick brown book with gold corners. “Ah. This one.” I opened it carefully. The pages were old and dry. I turned slowly, reading each word, scanning each picture. Then I saw it. A drawing. A crescent moon. In the same exact spot where Selene had hers. I gasped and sat up straight. “Oh Goddess…”