Martian Moon Crossword Novels & Stories

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

She was the best and only mate I would have and no one else. As I finished my speech which was longer than anyone else. We were ready to bury her so she became one with the earth. But before we could do that, an unknown woman walked into the funeral room, “What are you guys doing?“ The woman asked in a confused tone. “Sorry, we are not seeing anyone today, we're having a funeral for the Luna.” A fellow warrior said. “Funeral?... for who?“ She questioned “Our Luna, Jackqualine Moon” Jacob answered.

The First Enemy POV: Aidan For a moment I think I heard the Custodian wrong. A scout. The word repeats in my head like an echo that refuses to stop. Matteo is the first one to react. He stares at the projection hovering above the silver floor. The tiny object drifting near the outer edge of the solar system. “That,” he says slowly, pointing at it, “is the scout for the galaxy eating moon.” Yes. The Custodian’s voice remains perfectly calm.

“Stay out of the forest during the full moon.” A slow curiosity began to creep over her, What was it about the moon that warranted such a stern warning? Surely, there couldn’t be any harm in simply looking, could there? What if she just gave it a short look? It wouldn’t hurt just to satisfy her curiosity and give her some distraction. Thinking about it that way, she finally convinced herself enough to slip from the bed, careful not to disturb Alistair. The marble floor was quite cold. She glanced over her shoulder, cautiously observing her husband

Claire and Colton were siblings—and his aunt, Elena, had been moon-kissed. "You're Claire's brother," Channary whispered, the realization hitting her like a blow to the chest. Her lips parted as she turned it over in her head, piecing it together. "Your aunt was moon-kissed." Colton's eyes met hers again, drawn in like a tide to the moon. The air shimmered faintly between them, the pull undeniable. But Channary broke the spell first. She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in my house?"

I loved every bit of Martha's expression. The woman who I did not know was the first to recover and she pointed up at the sky. I looked up and saw a blood red moon. "Was I really asleep that long? The blood moon is not due for a month again at the very least," I exclaimed, incredulous. "Something someone did messed up the time axis of the world and de-railed the stars," the unknown woman provided. "And you are?" I asked. "Amelia." My thoughts ground to a halt as I heard the name. Was this not the gal Lycidas had been head over heels for? I found myself uncomfortable and perhaps slightly angry at the thought.

The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything. I looked down at my hands, and they were no longer human. They were claws, sharp and deadly. What had I done? And then, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A figure standing in the shadows, watching me. Who was it? And what did they want from me? As I stood there, frozen in fear, the figure began to move towards me. And then, everything went black.

*Aria* The first time someone mentioned it, my stomach dropped straight through the floor. “It’s just an astronomical note,” Rowan said, as if that made it better. He waved a scrap of parchment at me over the pile of ledgers on his desk. “Lesser blood moon. Partial umbral eclipse. There is nothing to do with curses. Probably.” “Probably,” I repeated. He winced. “Wrong choice of adverb.” I took the parchment. The symbols and notations meant little to me beyond the highlighted circle and the neat line explaining that, on a certain night, the moon would rise red‑tinged again.

“So, what does it require of me? Is there any evil power behind it? I really need to know because I've been left in the shadows for so long." “By midnight, make sure to meet me at the old Vine tree. " When the moon is bright, I believe that mysteries will also be unveiled,” she commanded me with a firm tone. “However, once we step into that mysterious light, there will be no going back." “What if I'm not interested in knowing?” I asked with panic laced up in my voice.