Kata Bijak Gerhana Bulan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

They moved around me with professional efficiency, pinning and adjusting, and occasionally stepping back to assess, with the focused expressions of people who took their work seriously, regardless of their personal opinions about the subject. I stood still and let them work, occasionally looking out the window. Preparing my nerves for what was to come. Full moon tonight. The ceremony elder had explained the significance — the goddess’s eye open fully, witness to the binding. More permanent. More complete. More, I thought. Everything about tonight was going to be more.

Silas’s expression sharpened, his gaze locked on her. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t choose an heir through politics or bloodline alone. She marks them—a pattern like no other, etched into the skin, glowing only beneath the light of a full moon. It cannot be faked. It cannot be denied.” Celeste looked down at her hands, her voice trembling. “I carry those markings.”

The garden is still, lit only by moonlight. The breeze dances through the hedges, brushing cool fingers across my bare arms. I should be inside, safe. But my mind won't let me rest. The moon is full tonight, a silver coin hung low in the sky, bright enough to cast shadows. I close my eyes. Breathe. Try to calm the racing thoughts. Thwip. The air splits beside me. I scream, stumbling backward. An arrow embeds itself into the oak tree not three feet away. My heart stops.

One of the council elders, a sharp-nosed woman with white hair, leaned forward. “Impossible. No wolf has ever bonded to more than one mate.” “I didn’t choose it,” I said flatly. “You expect us to believe the Moon Goddess made a mistake?” she snapped. I held her gaze. “I think you’re all afraid she didn’t.” A murmur ran through the Elders. Alpha Darius raised a hand again, silencing it. “She’s touched by something,” another Elder said, older, quieter. “But it may not be the Moon.”

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

But tonight, the valley was drenched in an unnatural, terrifying twilight. High above, the crescent moon was no longer silver. A slow, creeping shadow had begun to eat away at its edge, bleeding a deep, bruised crimson light across the sky. The stars had faded into an ominous slate-grey, and the wind had died down to a breathless, suffocating silence. The cosmic clock had struck its final hour. The Blood Eclipse was here.

--- 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.

Kaelan’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white, while Rhea’s face paled. “How do we fix it?” Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Eryon’s lips pressed into a thin line. “To mend the bond, you must first understand its nature. And then, you must find the Hati Bulan—the Heart of the Moon.” Kaelan’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”

Sitting above my head, Diana keeps my head in her lap and gently runs her fingers through my hair. "Try to relax, Gianna." She speaks softly, "And try to focus on Jarek, full moon is not just about transitions... it is about strengthening our connections. Your pups would be trying to reach out to their dad, and maybe you will also be able to reach out to your mate because of them." "Really?" Swallowing back my tears, I look at her with a hopeful look.