Isn't The Moon Beautiful Meaning Novels & Stories

No one in my family had silver strands or eyes like mine. Mom looked out of the window into the darkness, "There was a fire." My mind immediately went to the images shown to me by the lake. What if the lake showed me the night when my biological parents died? "It happened on the full moon?" Mom looked back at me, "A few days after the full moon, you were born on the night of the full moon, but it was no ordinary full moon, it was the night of a blood moon." My stomach dropped further hearing this.

I found my way to the couch, took an extra blanket from the wardrobe, and lay on the couch which was placed next to the window, giving me a full view of the moon. God, it was beautiful. The way the moon stood alone, full, round, perfect, and bright like the sun in the dark sky lighting up paths and gracing me with its presence. It was magical. The little twinkle of the stars that danced around the moon, working together to make the night a beautiful evening, a beautiful night.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

Layla added, playing with a few strands of her hair, twirling them in her finger. Lucian didn’t say another word after a while which made her think he had left. Layla got up from the bed and sauntered to the window. The bright moon was silently watching over everything from above, like a mighty deity doing its responsibility to guide the lost souls to the right path amid the night. Its beauty was always fascinating in Layla’s eyes. She smiled, peering at the almost perfectly round moon in the night sky. “The full moon is coming,” she whispered, still tilting her head up to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the night despite the growing worry in her heart.

Silver Moon, with all the confidence of a self-declared expert, responded in a tone that carried the weight of centuries of accumulated knowledge. “Ah, well, Ling Mao, a ‘Cool Beauty’ is a term used to describe someone who is beautiful and composed, but in a way that’s not too showy or overly warm. They exude an air of elegance and grace—very mysterious, you see? They often seem like they’re above it all, yet still… well, irresistibly captivating.” Ling Mao blinked, her ears twitching slightly. “So… like Master?” Ming Yue’s hand reflexively went to her forehead as a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

All I knew was to run away. My running stopped as soon as I reached a lake. I have no clue where this lake was or how far I had come but I knew I was still in the pack land. I could sense the borders pull just some meters away from where I stood. Glad that it was a full moon night, I collapsed by the lake's bank that imitated the role of a mirror. The clear water of the lake reflected the round moon like an acrylic painting on a huge irregular shaped canvas. One word; breathtaking. Though I didn't intend to ruin the pretty picture, my throat was absolutely parched. Tongue lapping at the water in desperation, I slowly slid myself in the water to calm the aching of my muscles.

For all he said, I admired him and somehow it made me want to wrap my arms around him and confess how much I love him and want him - yes, I wanted him, I wanted to feel his body, get locked in the chambers of his masculine body and be there forever, but then, I wanted him to make the first move. He looked at me again. "You know something," he began, breaking the silence, "your beauty is like the moon." At first, I couldn't help but chuckle at his comparison. That was unexpected. "The moon? How?" He looked at me earnestly, his gaze unwavering, truthful, yet, it scared me and made me happy. "Well, just like the moon illuminates the night sky with its ethereal glow and its milkiness, your prese

He had nothing to say to me, he had made that clear from the start but why did I wish it was different? “It is” I always admired the moon, and its ability to stay so bold and beautiful I couldn't help but wonder why it seemed so peaceful to gaze at it every single night. Why it made it so easy to ignore all the pain and suffering caused by the day, how easily it could end, yet it stayed the same. It reminded me of how beautiful the world could be if you ignored all the darkness and fear. I laughed at myself, I dreamt too much, It wasn't healthy for this world, it seemed too unrealistic. The silence embraced each of us, we were lost in it, each one drowning in his thoughts.

This time she didn't bother herself from looking at Kendrick as she looked at Steven with a small frown. "Frown in your face is like the cloud on the moon, both are covering the beauty. That's not good." He said with a smile, making her look at him with a raised eyebrow. Wow, he was a talker as well! "Beauty doesn't only mean spotless bright things. Beauty lies in the eyes. The way you see it. The moon is always beautiful, no matter what." She said with a smile while taking another sip from the glass. "I have never been this happy to be proven wrong. Not only are you beautiful, you are smart as well." He said with an impressed look on his face before forwarding his hand toward her to offer h

I would have killed them if I had been a strong wolf back then. “Well, Selene was so beautiful. Whenever she stepped out of her castle, the Moon always came to see her. Wherever she was, Moon was always there following her everywhere. They were like one.” Luna mother said. “Why did the Moon follow her always? Did Moon love her? But how could Moon love her? It is a celestial body, isn’t it?” I shoot another question. These things are like a fairy tale, but it is confusing. Luna mother always said that science doesn’t always go along with the fantasy. Today, she was right.