Lost Moon Novels & Stories

Ocean happily told Moon whose smile was wider than before. After school, Moon dropped her back to the Villa. She got in and went straight to her room. She took a quick shower and changed into an orange summer dress that reached to her mid thighs. She wore her pumps and went downstairs. She was looking pretty. Lora served her some snacks, she had it. After a bit of time, she pulled her bag over her shoulder, bid her goodbyes and went to the woods. She reached the lake side in 20 minutes, but Moon was nowhere to be found. She put her bag on the ground and enjoyed the nature and beauty around her. She was carving the wood of a tree when she felt hot breaths on the nape of her neck. She panicked

My words were swallowed by the sound of the door clicking shut behind Kael. Just then, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Elowen, "Iris, the full moon is in three days. I'll come to bring you back to the Underworld." "Okay, I'll be ready on time." I replied. In just three days, I could leave Kael forever, severing all ties with him once and for all. The next morning, Luna didn't show up for my daily massage at the usual time. When I wheeled myself into the living room, she was lounging on the sofa like the lady of the mansion, a plate of fresh fruit resting in front of her.

On Luna’s hill, 3 stones stood side by side: *WE BLEED TOGETHER* *WE CHOOSE ANYWAY* *WE REMEMBER* Little Moon’s great-granddaughter, Asha, was 20 when the sky went quiet. Not silent. Quiet. Like a breath held too long. She stood in the Circle at dawn, counting moons like her grandmother taught her. White ones. Pink ones. Red ones. Gray ones. 99,999. There should’ve been 100,000. One moon was missing. Not faded. Not gray. Gone. Like someone erased a star. Asha ran to the old records room. Dust on her fingers, panic in her chest. She pulled out Luna’s journals. Hope’s journals. Little Moon’s journals.

Forcing her to stay would cost me something I couldn't afford to lose, something that couldn't be reconstructed once it broke, and I understood that even as my wolf was making its case at full volume in the space behind my sternum. "Reyes and one other," I said. "Outside. Not in the apartment." She looked at me for a moment, gratefulness oozing out. “I am glad you didn’t fight me on this.” I watched the car from the study window. Through the gate, down the drive, the tail-lights red in the grey morning. Gone. The estate settled into the silence it had before her. There was nothing in it but the furniture, fire and a large space that was missing the person it has been organising itself around

"It’s a Graveyard. It’s built from the memories of every woman who was 'Too Much' and didn't survive the rejection. The First Luna archived the ones she could use... but she dumped the 'Glitches' down here" Beside us, Leo was a shadow of himself. The "First Luna" re-installation had left him with hair as white as salt and eyes that flickered between silver and grey like a failing terminal. He held a single, black butterfly in his palm, his runes pulsing a bruised purple.

“three Winter Solstices ago, the family from that malpractice case cornered her there—under the blood moon. They used silver-forged blades, cut deep until her wolf couldn’t heal. When the bond broke, she screamed once, and then… she was gone before the healers could even reach her.” He paused, voice lowering. “The Elders said her spirit howled for one year before the moon claimed her. Her scent lingers because she died there.” Rowan’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening with a pain he refused to name. “Don’t insult me,” he snapped. “She always had a flair for drama.” He pulled out his phone, the blue glow illuminating the hollows beneath his eyes.

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

His eyes held so much apology in them, but I knew I couldn’t be mad at him. “Her mother made them swear they wouldn’t tell y’all unless absolutely necessary. The night, her father died. When he yelled at Gamma Blake to get the Luna. He was talking about Addy. She will be…is…the Luna of our pack. She is the Moon Luna.”

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.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.