I See The Moon And The Moon Sees Me Novels & Stories

“That’s mate bonding. With all of us.” “Plus,” Kael added with a grin, “Elder Marcus says he’s never seen the moon react to anyone the way it reacts to you.” I nearly choked on my orange juice. “What do you mean, reacts to me?” The four of them exchanged one of their looks. “You haven’t noticed?” Marcus asked carefully. “Noticed what?” “When you’re upset, or scared, or really happy,” Zane explained, “the moon gets brighter. Even during the day sometimes, you can see it.”

SAMANTHA’S POV The moon had always been my one constant. It hung above me like a guardian, casting its silver light over a world where I felt unseen. When laughter mocked me, when whispers branded me cursed, when hope curled like a dying leaf inside my chest—the moon stayed. Watching. Silent. Endless. Tonight, I lay in the meadow beyond the Crescent Moon Pack house, the grass cool beneath my back, my gaze locked on that swollen orb in the sky. My fingers dug into the earth, grounding myself against the ache pressing at my chest.

She spoke with reasoning and elegancy, as well as the moon sign on her forehead. "If you are truly sent by the moon goddess," He stares at her, studying her, but it was hard to read her mind because her face was blank. "Then Can you tell me why the moon goddess has forsaken us?." There is slight anger in his tune that its almost impossible to notice how furious he was inside. Myra felt deeply hurt that her people thought she had forsaken them. If only thy knew. "She didn't..." She tries explaining but is cut off by another question from Kendrick through grited teeth.

because I am no longer invisible. I stayed on the moon for a while. From up here, I saw Leena looking at the moon while smiling. Even though she can’t see me, I reciprocated her smile. I know she wishes to see me because I can hear her pleas. Leena is my sun. She will always be my light. She always brings lights to me, even though I should be the one to give her light. On the other side of Moondrous, I also saw Bryle looking up at the moon with a smile. He wishes to see me too. The feeling is mutual. I miss messing with Bryle even though he couldn’t see me before.

"But we will face it together." I take his hand. "Together." The moon rises. Silver and full. The hunt begins anew.

The Moon bore witness to this profound encounter, the union of our bodies, illuminating the path for our hearts to intertwine forever. As I looked into his eyes, I saw a reflection of my own soul, and in that instant, We connected in ways beyond words. An unspoken bond that felt as ancient as the stars above. It was a meeting of two souls. Under the Moon's tender touch, my skin tingles with a gentle warmth, as if the silvery beams possess a soothing caress that resonates deep within. The Moonlight on our naked bodies creates a delicate radiance, an ethereal luminescence that glimmers faintly in the darkness. I feel connected to the very essence of this celestial spectacle, my heart swelling

The moon light is important for the moon, the moon is important for the night, the moon brightens the dark, brightness is important in life." Kiara said with still in her thoughts, "He hides behind the clouds, He smiles behind the clouds, I search for him everyday, But when I can't find him then he comes to my dreams!" Musa said ,"The moon doesn't break tike stars, The moon doesn't become pate, he dies everyday but, never bows on the earth! At last both of them unitedly said ,"I talk to the moon,

"No matter what tomorrow. No matter what hits. I love you." "I love you too. Always. Forever. Whatever that is. However long." We held on. Saw the sunset dim. Saw stars pop out. Saw the moon climb big and glowing. Moon Goddess eyeing us. Seeing it. Giving luck or sizing up. Couldn't figure it out. But I sensed her there. I sensed her strength. I thought she was okay. Or just her gaze. Tough to tell.

He circles once, just to make sure I understand, then plants himself in front of me, eyes never leaving mine. I don’t look away. Not because I’m brave. Because I have nothing else left. Above us, the moon watches. So does the pack. And so do I.

The moon looms large in the sky. I have seen it for the last few days, a little fuller each day, sometimes even visible before nightfall. It hangs like a pocket watch, steadily keeping the pace, the arms of time racing towards midnight, the rhythmic tics of a bomb about to explode. The full moon is only a few days away.