Moon And Reader Novels & Stories

It had been hours, more , accurately, it was morning, the moon had finally bid the sky goodbye and welcomed the hot sun that splashed a faint orange rays across the tiled floor. My gaze sweeping through the pages, yet nothing. Nothing about this relates to My Scar. Wolves who shifted on a non-full moon night were mostly weak ones, but she was on the full moon, late-bloom wolves are the strongest, and yet her wolf was weak. I rustled out a sigh, my gaze flicked to my phone. 9:21 am. I stood, grabbed my phone and walked out of the library, but not without putting the book back onto the shelves, making sure no one knew what I had been reading.

and she said it with the quality of someone who has received a piece of information that belongs to a set of pieces she has been waiting to receive and is ready to go to the next piece rather than continuing to discuss the piece she already has. We did not wait for morning. The moon was the moon of a specific night, thin and pale and doing what thin pale moons do for people who need to navigate — providing just enough light to distinguish one dark shape from another without providing enough to make the navigation comfortable, and the comfort or discomfort of the navigation was not the point.

No one dares while Maddox’s wolf is still awake beneath his skin. “I am Rhea Moonmere,” she says, each word trembling but clear. “I am the woman who stood beside you when your council wanted obedience and you chose a bond. I am the woman you marked beneath a moonless sky while your hands shook because you were afraid of hurting me. I am the woman who knows you wake from nightmares and pretend you were only restless. I am your Luna, whether your records say it or not.” Maddox stares at her. For one suspended second, the whole hall seems to hold its breath.

"Keep a low profile. It really has taken it out of me to keep the Moon from noticing your absence. It would really do me well if you kept to yourself." Damon speaks as he pulls something out of the breast of his jacket. It's a book, bound beautifully, covered in swirls of silvery patterns. When he extends it to me, I notice what it is. It's the Moon Goddess book. I've been desperate to get this off Shinee and Damon for some time now. Each time it's been right in my hands and then torn away, so to finally hold it against my fingertips is a blessing. Perhaps Damon is giving this to me on behalf of Shinee, who drugged me with a truth serum, which in return, I would receive the book for.

*** — Anne, do you want to hear a story? When the world was young, and the herds were still in their most primitive state, a lone wolf devoted himself to singing to the Goddess Moon with passion. The wolf, whose fur shone under the silver light of the moon, sang with a passion and devotion that resonated in the deepest corners of the night. His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky.

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

Moon said widening Zero's eyes. "R-really?" Zero asked, Moon nodded and looked at the seller. "Here's the payment for what he's going to take." Moon said with a smile and handed the lantern she was holding to the seller. The two happily left the store and headed to the highlands of town. "Below, the Lantern will start flying, so we can see those below." Moon said then looked at Zero. "Why do you look like that?" Moon asked when he saw Zero staring at him, Zero shook his head.

He doesn't matter, they all don't matter, your high school enemies don't matter because the real deal is you going to university." She paused and continued. "Anathi, one day, when the time is right, you're going to meet the perfect one. And you'll know he's the one," my sister had said. My sister was dear to me and Hanna was her name. Hanna was about seven years older than me. When she was born there was much rejoicing. Our father, the alpha of our pack made it his obligation to inform each member in our circle of friends and family and concil that he had, had his first born child, his princess. When I was born seven years later, it was a memory my father did his best to hide and forget fore

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

My head was spinning, and at this moment, it was too much to bear. Alone, I pulled the Afghan over myself and watched the figures moving across the screen, enjoying being able to lie down and stretch out comfortably for the first time in days. I stared at the sunshine peering through the sliding glass doors to the right, when my thoughts went to the Moon Goddess, Selene, and what Magenta had said.