Lunar Whispers Novels & Stories

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

But the moment he does, he slumps to the ground and buried his head between his knees. “Helios!” I call out frantically, waving my arm. “Helios Morningstar!” In the reflection, I see Helios lifting his head at the sound fo my voice. “Laurel?” Then for a brief moment, he seems to see me, and his face breaks into a smile. Then the streams started to flow again. “Laurel,” the Moon Goddess speaks as she plays with the grass underneath her feet. Then she looked up at the night sky and says, “Do you know why the first Luna released the black mist after her child a long, long time ago?”

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

While utters and whispers about the only daughter of Nerida, the Queen of the Ocean, spread like wildfire across the globe of darkness, Mauve and her 'puppets' cross the salty waters and the lands of life to be the first ones to reach the siren. The moon no longer shines bright, stars have swum across the black void in the night sky, away from the eyes of creatures on Earth. Enchanting was his hideous voice. He whispered her name in the depths of the ears of all thirsty creatures. It was her blood— her eyes— her beautiful names; they fought for them all. [As Lunar Eclipse approaches, the ugliness in every creature protrudes from the surface of their beauty.] "Dear mother, I am reaching my go

He would gaze up at the moon, whispering words of reverence and gratitude, and Luna, in her celestial realm, would hear his prayers and bless him with her divine presence. But as the end of his mortal days drew near, Lykos found himself consumed by a deep longing. He yearned to reunite with his beloved Moon Goddess, to be forever embraced by her celestial light. He prayed to Luna one last time, pouring his heart into his plea, begging her to allow him to be by her side.

"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

Annika asked her sister. Sophia tried to think hard again and said, “I honestly don’t know, I’m still figuring things out myself.” Annika then thought about something that she regretted, “Oh yeah. You only know Liam’s face now because I haven’t let you see the video and images that an unknown person sent me before.” “Ah, the one you and Katie were talking about, right? Where is it now?” Sophia asked and it seemed that Liam wanted to know as well.

"But Liam... the grimoire. It’s destroyed. The secrets of the Lunar Bride are gone." ​"No," Liam said, his hand finding mine in the dark. "They aren't gone. They're sitting right here, breathing." ​He pulled me closer, and for the first time in five years, I didn't pull away. The Black Moon had failed, but it had stripped away the last of my defenses. ​As we lay there under the stars, I heard it—a new sound in the distance. ​It was the sound of a thousand wolves howling in harmony. Not in fear. In salute.

But a part of him… agreed. The Whispering Moon As Caelum walked back to the Sanctuary, he felt it—the faint pull of the eclipse wolves calling to him. A single word echoed in his mind: “King.” At the same moment, Liora stood at the statue of Iris, praying for guidance. But all she heard was silence. She opened her eyes and whispered: “Mother… don’t let him fall.” Far above, the cracked moon began to bleed faint streams of black and gold light.