Moody Goose Novels & Stories

The city had learned to send its news in envelopes that smelled like chores. Morning put three on the green desk. The first wore the municipal seal and the solemnity of a scolding uncle: Revision to Night-Noise Guidance—Voluntary Observances Encouraged. The second carried the Foundry watermark: Benevolent Silence Fund—Grants for Listening Rooms. The third had no mark and was folded along the careful pleats of a widow’s patience: Our rent went up for hosting chairs. We will bring jam anyway.

"Oh no" *************

She says excitedly. I get out and take my shrug out of my bag. It's so chilly right now. I walk on the sidewalk and no one can be seen . It's so quiet and peaceful, exactly what I needed. As I make my way on the streets , I see a lot of cute cafes and restaurants but a particular building catches my eyes. It's looks like a museum of sorts and when I touch the door , it squeaks open. Who leaves a museum open?

Another who wanted to sue Blackberry because their phones didn't contain any actual berries. Jasmine, Garius and Heidi told funny stories involving Mister Moore, crazy meetings with crazy people, and then told of dozens of letters they'd dealt with from people claiming bizarre things, like a proclamation they received that Benjamin Moore was the new messiah, along with a completely updated bible about him from an obsessed housewife in Texas. Jasmine insisted it was on the Island somewhere.

Bright and ordinary and completely unchanged. Inside my chest something began to move. Enormous. Terrifying. So old in shape and so new in fact that I had no framework for it yet, no language, no words to describe it. It pressed against the inside of my ribs and it had an interest in tearing me apart. It felt, against every reasonable expectation, like the first thing in a very long time that was entirely mine. “But, for what I am seeing here, and from every indication, Mrs. Blackwood. You might be pregnant.”

She was the powerless Luna, a mere girl in the eyes of the pack, and she had accepted that role without question. The night was eerily quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The gathered wolves formed a semicircle, their attention fixed on Kael. He stood like a statue, his posture rigid, the flickering flames casting shadows across his chiseled features. His voice cut through the stillness as he addressed the pack, issuing orders in clipped, decisive tones.

Riley had brought a car, complete with a chauffeur, which he explained was his mother’s idea. “She’s paranoid,” he said. “Always convinced I’m getting kidnapped.” They drove into Accra and stopped at a newly opened arcane center. The place was packed with activities. Go-karts roared in the distance, trampolines bounced wildly, and children screamed with delight. Riley insisted they try everything. Valery and Margret made a beeline for the trampoline. They jumped until their legs ached and they were laughing too hard to speak. Riley got cornered in the dodgeball pit by a group of hyper kids, and he surrendered dramatically after being hit in the face several times.

"No worries, Luna. We've got something pretty awesome to ride—a Direwolf Carriage." Luna's curiosity was piqued. "A Direwolf Carriage? Is it as cool as it sounds? Would it be weird if I said I don’t know what it is?" Phoebe chuckled. "You bet. Just wait to see it." Before Luna could react, Phoebe grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. Her father threw a bag at her, and Luna expertly caught the bag her father tossed her way and followed Phoebe's lead. They stopped beside the building, and Luna's jaw dropped.

I cleaned and dampened my body with the towel as I headed out of the shower, still, the scent lingered, I became concerned and took a stroll downstairs, meeting Moon having a wonderful moment with her new friend sent the shiver into the air, gawking their back view. "Thank you for the cookies, they taste wonderful," I said and she lifted her head looking over her shoulder, her smile beautiful even in her early forties she still looked younger. "Does it even matter, it's not that she is ready to stay with me?" The voice I heard upon entering the lobby was very dark and masculine. She snorted, remembering how she had almost scared the piss out of me, that was a fetish, "Oh I found things here

"After a long wait, we finally found that Cohen. His presence has eluded us for the past few months, but not this time." Six months ago, it was a normal and uneventful day for the entire pack of Darkwood who was recognized as the strongest and most feared under the leadership of Alpha Baristo. Everyone was busy practicing and trying to not make a mistake- for the equivalent of a single one is death- when their nose catches a very faint fragrance that no one else has been able to smell for decades. But for Baristo who that day stood at the balcony of his office, he knew and could never be mistaken that it was from the sacred blood of a blessed child of the Moon Goddess– from a Cohen.