Is Not The Moon Lovely Novels & Stories

"No, I'm happy. I was just thinking how beautiful the moon looked tonight." END OF VOLUME ONE

Shadow growled. “Oh, please don’t yell, you’ll wake my grandpups and they’ve been through a lot. I am Storm’s mother, Selene. And yes, I am THE Moon Goddess.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, so if you are the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?”

I sob uncomfortably, my hands trembling at my sides. Mom takes hold of my hands, pulling me into her warm embrace. Her arms wrap around my waist, hugging me tighter to her body. I can feel one of her hands slide into my hair, stroking the back of my head as her other hand rubs circles on my back. “Shh. Shh. Moonbeam, everything is going to be alright. I promise you.” She whispers beside my ear.

And together, Eva and Luna continued to enjoy the peaceful night, embracing the beauty of both the moon above and the dreams awaiting them in the future. Eva inquired why Luna was fixated on the moon. Luna, a self-proclaimed moon enthusiast, responded by explaining that when the moon is absent from the sky, it feels as if the sky loses its magnificence. Eva smiled at Luna's response and suggested they go to sleep since it was late. Upon receiving Eva's suggestion, Luna rose from her seat and shut the window before settling into bed. Shortly thereafter, she drifted off to sleep.

Don't drag me like a rag doll! 'I'm extremely sorry, I should have carried you in my arms and brought you here to see this pristine and solitary moon, glowing with an etheral beauty that even the stars seems to be faded in it's gleam!', her attention automatically fixated on the white pearl seated in the heart of the endless sky. The bewitching reflection of the moon fell onto the black marble. She continuously gazed at the celestial beauty forgetting that their hands are clasped together, forgetting that she is standing next to a man who was silently admiring her beauty rather than the moon, itself. 'Are you selenophile?', she asked without interuppting her gaze. 'No, but I've lately starte

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.

I say. "Do you think she's sad." Sad. Is there anyone who would be sad. "Who?" "Luna." No matter how I look at it, the sky is pretty empty, with nothing but thick moving clouds and a few stars, the breeze is colder that am freezing, like the perfect atmosphere for one to be alone and sad, but why would the moon goddess be sad, if anything she has so many people up there who adore her, and I have just him, Lune, Hailey, Daisy, and a few others. She's pretty fortunate.

He is different from the others, there is more to him, something magical. I had gotten so caught up in the giant Were, that I had lost track of the back and forth conversation around the table. As I concentrated again, I caught on to the fact that the visiting diplomats were upset that Tri-Moon didn’t realize that their Luna was going into heat. They argued amongst themselves that they had no way of knowing and that she didn’t show any signs. After someone asked why this was the first heat of such magnitude, my interest peeked. “That we don’t know” Cole answered him.

The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it. I ran my fingers over the stars, "Thank you, this is beautiful," I replied still mesmerized by it but reluctantly tore my gaze from the windchime to find Damien looking at me with a big smile on his lips. There was no icy glare in his eyes that had the power to melt the person standing in front of him. I couldn't look away from his captivating smile, which held all of my attention. "How did you know I like wind chimes?" I asked curiously.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.