Martian Moon Crossword Novels & Stories

Then she said, “Don’t you want to know who I’m talking to?” I asked in a pissed tone, “Who are you talking to?” She smiled and said in glee, “It’s Mars!” The shock that hit me was electrifying. What! What did she mean? Mars was talking to her? From what I knew, he didn’t really talk to women. Did he think she was Clara? Did he think he was talking to me? No way. No way. Marcy smiled. “Oh dear imposter, don’t be frightened. Mars is taking care of me. He even told me he likes me. Can you imagine!”

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

across the 140 million miles of void. For a single, staggering minute, the three thousand Martians in the Valles Marineris tubes felt the "Heartbeat" of the Earth. They felt the "Labor" of Detroit, the "Grace" of the Pearl-Spires, and the "Cold-Standard" of the falling violet rain. They felt the "Complexity" that their "Clean-Slate" protocol was designed to erase. The "Solar-Mirrors" de-activated. The "predatory sun" in the sky faded back into a cluster of harmless, silver dots.

The air thickened first to a clear blue; then hair-fine silver threads drifted through the blue—as if the Moon itself had bent over the cup—and then a single, barely visible white spark snapped in the mist and held there, stubborn and unyielding, as though it refused to go out. The matrons didn’t startle, only the smallest flicker moved them; but in their eyes a beginning and an ending ran. The scribe’s quill caught for a heartbeat on the parchment, then hurried on. “Record: clean. Note: moon-spark,” said the eldest. I didn’t know what it meant. The word—moon-spark—was beautiful and dangerous at once, like a glinting thing in the forest shadows you shouldn’t touch. Erya watched from the side

Something I could have, never imagined. Rallying with my eyes around the symbols, I found the ivory without wasting much time. I followed the symbol and walked through the vast corner, taking notes of the paintings. As I walked deeper, a figure of a giant Martian man started to become clear to my vision. He stood in front of a narrow entrance which seemed like the kind of smelly tunnel I’d expected to find myself crawling into. It felt like I knew the way. He pointed his spear at me after I had approached.

Emergency broadcasts telling people to stand in the coming rain if they wanted to survive. And above it all, the alien moon grew larger, its surface revealing structures that defied geometry. "It's beautiful," Marcus said, staring up at it. "Terrible, but beautiful." He was right. The alien vessel—for that's what it was—looked like someone had carved art from a moon. Spirals and curves that suggested both organic growth and impossible technology. "They're scanning," Chen reported. "Energy beams sweeping every major population center." "Counting their silver marks," I guessed.

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

She dryly said. “Do you really think that poofing into a room when you are NOT expected is a good idea?” Storm shot back. “Whoa, wait just a hot damn minute!” Koltyn said. “Did she just say... Selene, that her child... as in Selene? The Moon Goddess, Selene?” He gapped. Storm sighed. “Your majesties, this is my mother, the Moon Goddess, Selene and I guess, you could call her my Aunt, Tiamat.” She introduced.