Luna Moth Shaking Novels & Stories

Wren cleaned her bloody mouth, her chest raised and lowered, blood and sweat covering most of her forehead down to her face, Luna watched also roughly in the same condition as Wren. “I made it clear, didn’t I, I’m not leaving here without taking you with me, what has gotten into you, Luna?!” Luna fidgeted as her name was yelled by Wren. She seemed confused, consciously knew the kick was definitely meant to knock her out. Luna leaned backwards as though she was frightened or being possessed, rubbing and hitting her head as though she wanted to be free from something. Wren left an exhaled as she watched Luna vigorously hitting herself.

The elder, who’d been lurking in the shadows, edged forward, his eyes wide with awe and terror. “She’s stirring up some ancient … something,” he hissed, and his voice trembled. “The lunar power … it’s greater than we thought.”

Good luck… Maybe I needed a little good luck. The attendant returned with a small, clear bag, and carefully helped me transfer the luna moth into it. As I held the bag up to the light, I marveled at the intricate patterns on its wings. One week, the attendant had said—one week to live and die, and the luna moth had chosen me as her final resting place. The logical part of me said that it was just a coincidence, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining for a moment, just a moment, that maybe…

Back home we would put them to sleep and address a prayer for them to the moon thanking them for their life. "Here, Luna." Moira hands me a shovel that I quickly take from her hand. "I shall show you how it is done." The female sends out a feeble whistle as the animals swiftly make way for her and I watch on in wonder. She whistled the same way Phobos did with Asger, they seem to understand and differentiate what the varied tones indicate. As the animals move away I am horrified by the volume of excrements I see, I have never heeded such a sight as such before.

Lunaria's voice suddenly cut through the air, sharp and dangerous. Her fierce red eyes locked onto the driver. "This is not the route to the Moon Oracle! Where are you taking us?" Before I could even react, the driver whipped around and sprayed a fine mist directly into her face. Lunaria froze instantly, her body going completely rigid. Her eyes widened in shock and burning rage as she struggled against the paralysis. Her muscles twitched violently as she tried to shift forms, but the chemical held her trapped, helpless and frozen in place. A low, furious growl escaped her throat before her voice failed completely.

Her hands trembled. “The seal is no longer stable.” Dax glanced at her with shock in his eyes. “You can feel that?” She nodded. “The whole sky feels… loose.” Another violent tremor shook the valley. Heavy rocks tumbled from the cliffs. Trees snapped in distant forests. The oceans far beyond the horizon roared again with unnatural tides. It almost seemed as if reality itself was being bent. The sealing fracture suddenly began to break again. This time, with terrifying speed. A massive section of the glowing lattice shattered completely and right before their eyes, white fire exploded outward across the heavens.

But beside him, Luna choked on laughter—she hurriedly lowered her head, covered her mouth with her hands, her shoulders shaking slightly in amusement. "Luna."

For the father Luna had finally met tonight beneath harsh parking lot lights, exhausted and stunned and wearing devastation so openly that even Nala, after all these years of anger, had felt something inside her ache toward him. She touched Luna’s hair gently, then forced herself away before exhaustion and guilt pulled her down onto the bed fully dressed and left her useless. Nala stood beneath the shower spray with both hands braced against the cracked tile, letting the water beat against the back of her neck, while her body slowly realized it was not, at least for this moment, fighting. That was when the shaking started. Not dramatic shaking, not the kind people noticed in movies, but a de

Nadia’s hands flew. “What happened?” I dropped beside her. “The second compound,” she said, tense. “It’s reacting to the treatment. I didn’t expect this.” Her hands didn’t stop. “Hold him still. Both hands, shoulders. If he moves, this gets worse.” I grabbed Damien’s shoulders and held tight. He was burning up. Skin like fire under my hands. Eyes open but unfocused. The shaking was so rough I had to brace, and I kept my grip, eyes on Nadia, never Damien’s face. I couldn’t afford that.

“Luna, can you tell me what the buzzing feels like?” Luna scrunched her nose in fierce concentration. “Warm,” she said at last. “All…fuzzy.” She dragged her hand in a little circle over Lyra’s chest. “Like when the sky goes boom but not scary. Just big.” Lyra’s mouth went dry. “Do you feel it all the time?” she asked. “No.” Luna shook her head hard enough that curls bounced. “Just now. When you did the big thing.” Lyra stilled. “What big thing?”