Moon Drop Fnaf Novels & Stories

“Have mercy on us Moon God Luna, The prophecy is true, the Moon God Luna will come to rescue us and bring balance and peace to us.” “My mate is the Moon God Luna, How can I not be lucky?” I said smiling at her and I won’t lie, I want to have sex with her right now because I suddenly missed her touch, and seeing her naked, my thinking got interrupted, “I know what you want but let’s get home first.” She added with a smile.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

"Well, I guess that was kind of my fault too. We went to one of my clubs and I trusted her with one of Zane's mates, who ended up giving her a shit ton of MoonDrops." "What are MoonDrops?" "A drink made from moonlight. It was most commonly used by wolves to make unwilling mates... willing. It's waters that have been bathed in moonlight for centuries upon centuries. It doesn't do anything to humans, except give them diarrhea from drinking dirty cave water. To shifters, however, it makes them completely primal when it comes to sexual desires. Like, more so than you'd think. If you saw it in action, you would understand why it's banned."

“You could’ve been my Luna, ruling alongside me. But I’m a forgiving man so I will give you another chance.” I looked up into his face as Andre knelt in front of me. I felt myself backing away as he lifted his hand, but he didn’t like the notion. Wrapping his hand in the hair at my nape, Andre pulled me forward, yanking my head back so he could look down at me. A yelp of pain escaped my lips, but he didn’t care. “There is a Blood Moon next month, exactly thirty one days from now.” He smiled. “I’m sure your Shrine Maiden has already explained to you what it’s for? True love’s sacrifice. Malachi and Ezra.”

It made a neat arc and hit his cheekbone and slid in a line that looked like a sentence I had finally decided to write. His eyes flashed. He laughed again, wiped it with the back of his hand, smeared it into his beard like paint. “Camera,” he said cheerfully. “Did you get that?” The crewman nodded, sick. The lens shook. “Good,” Ronan said. He turned, shouted to the ring. “Move! We break camp. Blood Moon is tomorrow. The rite holds now like wet mortar. By tomorrow it will be stone. At moonrise, we finish.” He bent close to my ear. “You will thank me by then.”

Liam The door crashed open with such force I was convinced we were under attack. I barged into the living room, a silver knife in hand. I dropped it quickly when I noticed it was only Rose, frantically digging through her purse. “Bunny?” I questioned. “What’s wrong?” “Strawberry Moon,” she huffed. She looked up at me, wide eyed and rosy cheeked. “Adara said Strawberry Moon is going to get attacked by Cold Moon tonight.”

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.

(Clara's POV) The light in the deep forest was growing dimmer with every step. I'd been walking alone for nearly four hours. In the dark soil directly ahead, a cluster of plants glowed with a faint silver light. Moongrass. The Black Moon Pack's ancient records were clear: Moongrass and the Tears of the Moon Goddess always grew together. The Tears had to be within a mile of this spot. All I had to do was find the Tears and swallow them. The mate bond would be severed completely. I'd be free.

I said. I dropped to one knee. I placed my left hand flat against the solid basalt floor of the roof—the earthly grid. I raised my right hand and pressed it flat against the blindingly bright, freezing surface of the celestial silver. The connection snapped into place. I didn't just open a door; I tore down a dam. The sheer, apocalyptic gravity of the moon, which had been perfectly caught by the forty-foot tuning fork, found a path to the earth. It rushed down the silver spire and slammed directly into my right arm.