Moon Burned Novels & Stories

Narrator's pov Full Moon The moon hung high, casting a silvery light over the quiet landscape. The air was thick with the pull of the lunar cycle, a force so powerful that the earth seemed to pulse beneath it. Arianna stood at the window of her room, her fingers firmly brushing the cool glass. Drawn to the moon since childhood, she felt its silent dance across the night sky beckoning to her. The howl of wolves echoed through the valley below, sending a shiver down her spine. The sound was all too familiar, but tonight, it felt sharper, more intense.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

As Apollo and Jolene stand outside the gates to the moon, their hands entwined in a silent vow of solidarity, a sense of peace washes over them. The chaos and turmoil that once threatened to consume their world have finally subsided, replaced by a newfound tranquility that permeates the air. With the threat of darkness vanquished, the moon stands as a beacon of hope in the night sky, its gentle glow casting a comforting light upon the world below. It serves as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love and unity.

I raised both eyebrows, trying to coach her to speak. “What are the rituals attached to the different moons? We don’t celebrate those.” She finally said. Inside my mind, I applauded her bravery, knowing it wasn’t easy for her to speak up. "A blood moon is a full lunar eclipse, so the sun is between us and the moon. Which means the pull from the moon isn’t as strong. Some theorize we’re weaker during those moons. But because of this, most pack have extra security around their packs. Like a superstition, almost.” I stopped to see Atalanta write down some notes with a lot of enthusiasm. It was cute.

I turned to the second page and continued reading aloud: CHAPTER ONE - HISTORY OF THE MOON The history of the gods and goddesses of the moon spans various cultures and mythologies. Selene (Greek Mythology): Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon, often depicted as a beautiful woman with a crescent moon on her head, riding a chariot across the night sky. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and the sister of Helios (the sun god) and Eos (the dawn goddess). Selene had many romantic liaisons, the most famous being her love for the mortal shepherd Endymion, whom she put into an eternal sleep to keep him forever youthful.

The Moon goddesses temple was a beautiful sight to behold. The temple stood majestically, its weathered stone façade glowing silver in the moonlight. Delicate carvings of crescent moons, stars, and lunar cycles adorned the walls, while intricate marble mosaics depicted the Moon Goddess's gentle power. A grand entrance, flanked by slender columns, led to a serene inner sanctum. Soft, ethereal light filtered through the temple's latticework ceiling, illuminating the central altar, where a glorious statue of the Moon Goddess shone.

With my brows furrowed, I questioned Arthur. He looks at me for a moment, his hazel eyes glittering with the moon's reflection. "Hmm. How did you find out about that?" He inquired out of curiosity. "Because the sun is missing us, and the moon will be with us for the rest of the night... so the sun is upset right now." I explained, smiling. I literally mean that since it's night time, the moon would be up in the sky throughout the night meaning 'The moon would be with us throughout the night.'

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

Marcus joked along and we all laughed. I looked at Wyatt and Zen and turned back my focus on the three wolves, "The lesser powerful a potion made from a moonflower that is rare to find and only a few know how it looks and what is exactly used from the flower for the potion." I said, making Tanner clap his hands and point a finger at Logan and Marcus, "See I was right!" We all laughed at his enthusiasm. I continued, “The second one grants better results as it is obvious from our week experiment.”

"What about the moon? I mean, isn't it the same one we see everyday?" Ren nodded. "Yes, but unlike the sun, the moon changes it's shape and form. Whereas the sun is stable and unchanging." I smiled and looked back at the sun and getting what Ren meant. "No matter how many times we've seen it, it doesn't fail to make me smile and feel the way that I'm feeling." "Yeah." Dan agreed. "This will be our secret place now." My heart felt light with happiness. It gave me some sort of feeling that I can't explain. It gave off calmness and made me glue my eyes onto it until we can no longer see the sun.