Lirik The Moon Novels & Stories

“And the world’s first silence between them.” Adrien took a step forward, fighting the tremor in his voice. “You can fight it, Liora. You’re stronger than both of them.” Her laugh was soft, brittle. “Strength isn’t what you think it is. Mother used hers to build a cage. Dominion used hers to burn it down. I just want to stop the song.” He frowned. “What song?” She looked upward. The moon glowed brighter, impossibly bright, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. “The Dream. It’s still alive, inside you.”

I said. As we stood there, frozen with fear, the darkness seemed to close in around us, waiting to strike. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of the Lunar Curse bearing down on us. Suddenly, Kaidën's eyes snapped towards the trees, his ears perked up. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. I listened, and soon I heard it too - the sound of twigs snapping, leaves rustling. It was a soft, deliberate noise, like someone was trying not to be heard.

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.

Fear spreads faster than loyalty. Lyra spoke smoothly, as if nothing in the world had shifted. “The Moon does not fail. It tests.” Her voice carried calm conviction. Once, she used to kneel at that altar with blood on her palms, asking the Moon for purpose. I remember the fire in her eyes. She used to believe completely.

Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound. Mom used to read it to me as a bedtime story. It was said that Moon Goddess would appear at a spring. Those who were lucky enough to witness it would be given a vision about their destined partner of life. The tale was popular around kids and teenagers that they would bring anything to any spring they could find for a chance to know their mates. “Sure, I do,” I replied. “Why? I thought you didn’t believe it.” “Yeah, but I think it’s just nice to know who we will end up with in the future, right?” He chuckled. “But, I never really care about that. If I ever meet her, I would just ask for a wish.”

“Interesting.” “Interesting?” I echoed. “That's all you've got?” Her lips quirked. The closest thing to a smile I'd ever seen from her. “Supernatural dynamics are complex, Aria. What seems like a potential disaster could be a precise magical alignment waiting to happen.” She walked to the center of the concrete space, gesturing for me to follow. “Moon magic,” Elara began, “isn't learned. It's remembered. Awakened.” Her hands started moving. Intricate patterns that seemed to cut through the air itself. Energy crackled—thin blue lines of power that danced between her fingers like living electricity.

He seemed to be taken off guard, as if he didn’t expect that much fire. I heard more voices, repeating the same sentence as my aunt. Strong and unified voices speaking altogether. I could make out slightly over the blazing fire, the entire crowd speaking, with their hands conjoined. “Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons) The tingling sensation was crawling my body, from the tip of my toes, all the way up my head. The tingling was augmented by each growing second; it was a fascinating feeling.

“Look around. Beside you, somewhere close, may be the mate who will walk with you into the future.” The tension in the air was palpable, thick with anticipation and the promise of destiny. Channary could almost feel the Moon’s light touching her skin, casting everything in a pale, silvery glow. She looked around, wondering which face, if any, would be the one she would remember forever.

I deepen the kiss, wanting to pour out all of my love for this woman in my arms. When we break to come up for air, I whisper against her lips. “I love you, my moon.” “I love you too.”

Nothing had changed about Derrick; he was taller, a bit bulkier, and more handsome, but he still had those eyes that once made her heart flutter. 'I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart.' Valery sighed as the song spelt out the obvious. Lily's little feet ran into the house as soon as the door was shut. Her mother and baby brother should be waiting for them inside. When Valery put the bags on the counter, Jennifer was in the kitchen, preparing the stew with the few ingredients at home. "You took your time," Jennifer said.