Lunar Whispers 소설 & 이야기

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

"I'm sure that was just her trickery, right, Darling?" "Sorry, my dear Luna. I agree with Rutherford," Ikaros said. The man glanced at me for a moment, and our eyes met. "I want to scold you. But you look pale. Are you sick?" I refused to answer. I had suddenly turned into a terrifying furry creature, and I began to believe that Lorelei was a witch, or at the very least, I was being pranked and there was a hidden camera capturing my expression. Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized.

My heart thunders against my ribcage, threatening to break free. Luna gently touches my arm, her warmth instantly grounding, like a lifeline thrown to someone drowning. "Alright," she murmurs, her eyes never leaving mine, searching for answers I cannot give. "Let's keep moving. We were trying to figure out where those whispers were coming from, remember? Before you... zoned out." The whispers.

I returned the whisper. Flick silence occured within me. Liesendra was at a loss for words. With a trembling exhale, I combed through my tangled hair. I required clarification. Now. I jerked to my feet and walked over to my writing desk, where a pile of ancient manuscripts lay. I had just started looking through the Nightclaw records that Gregor had given me access to a few nights prior, every flip of the page giving its own meaning when my eyes caught one of the documents–It spoke of prophecies, of a **Lunar Queen who would awaken in the time of war**—but it was vague, fragmented, causing frustration to burn through me.

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

The sun dipped low over Willow Creek Ranch, washing the land in soft shades of rose and gold. The once-silent oak grove now hummed with life—lanterns swayed from branches like suspended fireflies, and strings of lights crisscrossed above the wooden dance floor, shimmering with warmth. A gentle melody floated through the air: guitar, cello, and a voice so tender it felt like a lullaby woven for the heart.

He took a deep breath, to calm his nerves and gave me a smile that was more sure this time around. I held his hand and dipped it into the bowl of water, and with a deep breath started the recital. “Blood to blood, earth to earth - by the power in me and with the moon and universe bearing me witness - I, Mica Silvers hereby hand over that bestowed unto me to Richard Mocco.” The moment I said the last word I felt something leave me with such a rush that it had me gasping. Suddenly, I felt…empty - and cold. This is it.

Ronan squeezed my hand and leaned close. “Take a look,” he whispered into my ear. I peeked my eyes open, and gasped in delight. Ronan had led me to a beautiful clearing. The trailing vines framed the area , giving it a sense of privacy. The creek ran along one side, flowing from a magnificent waterfall. The moon shone overhead, casting the whole scene in silver light. Ronan had set out our dinner on the blanket, with his violin set in its case off to the side. We ate sitting side by side on the blanket. Ronan’s side was warm against mine. I always assumed a vampire would be cold to the touch, but he wasn’t.

A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light. A low growl announced Nyx's arrival, my wolf aspect padded into view. Holy Moon Goddess, she was gorgeous. “Welcome back, little one,” she rumbled, her voice carrying directly into my mind like warm honey. A shimmer of silvery light heralded Astra's appearance. My witch aspect manifested as an ethereal figure that seemed to be made of moonlight and stardust. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales featured badass magical beings.