Is Not The Moon Lovely Novels & Stories

And we still have many challenges to face to become even stronger. A smile appeared on my lips as I savored the moment. Currently, we are all staring at the enormous moonlight. It’s very beautiful. I don’t know how Luna did it but the moon actually glows automatically when night time comes but still disappears when the day comes. It was like there was a hidden button on the moon that only Luna knows. I just shrugged my shoulders and set the thoughts aside.

"You love the night?" "I do," he responded. "I used to love it too." "What did you love the most about it?" "The moon," Loque Bella answered and faintly smiled to herself, remembering the sight of the last moon she saw. "The full moon. Round and shining bright, goodness, I absolutely loved the sight of it. I would sit by the window for hours just staring at it. It's light captivated me so much I felt like it was speaking to me." "When was the last time you saw the moon?"

It wasn’t fair that of all creatures, he was her mate. Looking up at the moon that shone up in the sky, silently I asked at it, Why, Moon Goddess, why did you give her to him? Why couldn’t you hear my silent plea and grant me my biggest heart’s desire? It wasn’t fair… I knew some said life sucks and is unfair, but we were talking about forever. A precious bond between two souls that fit together like perfectly shaped puzzle pieces. Screw it! Screw the bond and mates and all that shit!

Ophelia is beginning to cry, flooding gems her porcelain cheeks. "Why, Liam?" she asks, throwing herself onto me. With painstakingly covered-up disdain, I plucked her off of me and returned her with most of them. "Because..." I focus on the sky, colored with dull purple tints. There, concealed in the shadows of the evening, is an ideal full moon, sparkling like the sun. It is so gorgeous, making me attempt to recall the last time we had such a breathtaking moon. How could Felix need to pass up a superb night like this?

I worry that doing so might make me feel like I am betraying the memory of Luna Bella. The Moon Goddess, a divine being known for her ethereal beauty and grace, gazed upon the world below with a tranquil expression adorning her face. Her lips, delicately curved, formed a serene smile that radiated warmth and tranquility. Her eyes were filled with a radiant glow, reflecting both wisdom and empathy. They seemed to possess a profound understanding and a keen perception of the world around her.

Tromso’s pride and glory…never missing a dull day. “I wish I could shine as bright as the moon,” Lylia randomly spoke, her stare absently on the moon above. Matt and I raised our chins to see the full moon. The sky was clear and the stars were visible along with the moon. Indeed, it shone bright and gave the night some light. “The moon never dims. How?” Neither of us answered, but perhaps it was a rhetorical question because the ginger merely continued. “The bridge is bright too. Does it never run out of energy? It is a lot more man-made than the moon but it's also bright, so I guess the bridge could work too.”

“I hate this.” Katia steps closer, resting her forehead briefly against his. “I know.” “But you trust us,” Selene adds smugly. Nathan groans. “That’s the problem.” Lorn shakes his head slowly. “The moon sisters keep their secrets.” Selene lifts her chin. “Always have.” Above them, the moon drifts behind a thin veil of cloud. And far away, on an island wrapped in wards and choice, two pups, held in their mother’s arms, look out at the sea and wonder why the night feels like it’s holding its breath.

"What is it, exactly?" Luna's expression became thoughtful, and they seemed to be searching for the right words. "The true moon is not a physical thing," they said. "It is not something that you can touch or see with your eyes. It is something that you can only feel in your heart. It is a force that connects us all, and it is the source of all life and all creation. It is the light that shines in the darkness, and it is the hope that keeps us going even in the darkest of times. It is the thing that gives us meaning and purpose, and it is the thing that makes us who we are."

“Alpha… Aria’s first heat. It’s tonight. The full moon.” Logan froze, his gaze shooting to the vast, round moon outside the window. A cold sweat broke out on his back. He roared, “Stop this plane!”

She looks up, and it's true. It has been rusting ever since last spring if you believe the papers, but who would still believe them nowadays? They have been lying for a year now. Except, when it comes to the moon. With its brown spots, it looks marbled. As if someone had taken it off the sky by the start of the year in order to petrify it. Like what they’ve done with life.