Lower Moon 2 Novels & Stories

“After everything that I did?” “You are my child, Nathan.” the Moon Goddess said softly. “You were one of the victims of an ancient curse. I am angry, but I forgive you. You deserve a second chance, but I am not the one who can give it to you.” The Moon Goddess looked at me. Nathan sighed and looked down at the ground. “I don’t think I will get a second chance.” Nathan mumbled. “I’ve done horrible things. They won’t let me go.” My heart clenched painfully. He did do some terrible things.

“Night, Chan. Call if you need anything.” The line went dead, leaving her alone once more. Channary stared at the phone, her fingers tightening around it. She knew Keaton would probably give the poor woman an earful for trying to stake a claim on him. But even the mild humor of the situation wasn’t enough to distract her from the nagging questions clawing at her mind. Her gaze drifted to the window, where the Moon hung high in the night sky, its light casting a silvery glow across her room. It had always guided her, comforted her.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

Amara's POV The moon hung low in the sky, a perfect, luminous orb casting its silver light across the surface of the lake. It shimmered, a living, breathing tapestry of liquid starlight, its surface disturbed only by the soft, lapping rhythm against the shore. The cool night air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, was a stark contrast to the heat that had been building inside me all day. I stood at the edge, bare-chested and rooted to the spot, my gaze a fixed point on the water.

I shot Lobo a smile, noting the way he was staring daggers at Lowell. Lowell bumped his shoulder against mine, "It's all going to be okay. All you need to focus on right now is getting through the first full moon. The second and third will be easier than the first, and once you get through the first one, you can get through all of them." I nodded, looking down at the counter, "Yeah. I'm just scared of the unknown, I guess. Once it's over with I'll be fine." Lowell nodded, "And then you can focus on your duties to the Pack as a Luna."

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.

I say not sure if it’s the right word to use. “The Palace of Moonlight sits on the very centre of the moon; it resides in three places simultaneously. The moon itself, the borders to the Edge and the Realm of the Gods. We are currently on the moon, Lunar. Then, there is Lassilan, the Edge, a place for the lesser immortals, and then we have the Realm of the Gods, or as we call it, The Realm of Éazaviion.” “I see… and the people that live here?”

The moon, a distant observer, seemed to reflect the turmoil within his soul. In a clandestine meeting with a mysterious informant, Jonas unearthed a crucial piece of information. Caleb's lair, concealed in the heart of the city, became a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Armed with newfound knowledge, Jonas embarked on a perilous journey into the heart of the supernatural abyss. The moonlit glade, a distant memory, fueled his determination to rescue Chloe from the clutches of a man consumed by shadows. The confrontation that awaited them would test the limits of love and resilience. The moon, casting its indifferent glow over the unfolding drama, seemed to hold its breath in an

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.