Moon Falls Novels & Stories

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

“I will never regret knowing you too.” I want to look at him but I feel shy so I try looking anywhere else and notice that it’s already dark. The moon is shining bright with the dazzling stars. My adoptive mom is right, the sun and moon let each other shine at their time. I move my head and look at Airo who is now looking above too. “They are beautiful, right?” he asks. “Yeah.” A short answer escapes me. As he hears my voice, his eyes meet mine slowly moving his head towards me.

Anastasia explained. "Such as?" "Like in January, it's the Ice Moon. In February, it's the Storm Moon. In March, it's the Wind Moon. In April, it's the Wild Moon. In May, it's the Fire Moon. In June, it's the Ghost Moon. In July, it's the Light Moon. In August, it's the Sing Moon. In September, it's the Blood Moon. In October, it's the Frost Moon. In November, it's the Oak Moon. And in December, it's the Wood Moon," replied Ms. Anastasia.

It came easier now, the words surfacing one by one from somewhere deep inside me. Sleep, my child, the night is long. The moon will guide you home. The stars will sing your lullaby. You'll never be alone. When darkness falls and shadows rise. And all the world seems lost. Remember who you are, my love. And what your heart has cost. The mark blazed. The chamber shook. The light grew so bright that I had to shield my eyes. When it faded, I was still standing. But something was different. Something had shifted.

BLOOM’S POV As the moon festival began, the Pack was illuminated by the moon. Celestial orbs cast their glowing beams upon the surroundings. Captivating sights shimmered and came alive under their ethereal touches. Lanterns floated gracefully, illuminating the darkness with their tender radiance. The stars sparkled and twinkled in harmony, and fireflies danced in the air, casting mesmerizing glows upon the atmosphere.

“It’s what the Moon Festival was always meant to be. A reminder that the pack survives because it remembers how to celebrate.” The fire roared higher, sparks climbing into the night like fragments of light set free. The moon hung above it all, watching. The terrace stretched open beneath the silver sky, the scent of mint and rain still clinging to the air after the festival fires had gone out. I found Gavin leaning against the railing, the moonlight tracing his shoulders. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and the faint shimmer of ash dusted his forearms. Below, the Moon Garden shimmered in the reflection of the full moon, the flowers turned pale as bone in the glow. I joined him at the

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Chapter 204: Moonlit Meal The community courtyard at the heart of Moonrise was bathed in a luminous, pearlescent glow. The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, a perfect silver coin resting against the dark velvet of the night. It was a stark contrast to the brilliant, blazing heat of the bonfires that dotted the slate paved plaza. Tonight was not a festival marking a specific celestial event or the turning of a season. It was simply a celebration of survival. It was a celebration of the quiet, beautiful mundanity that had finally taken root in the valley.

Aele says to the attendant. "Mother Aele, I honestly feel like the best way to find out when and how the Moon was stolen would be to speak to the guards who stood watch over the moon for the past 14 days." He says wisely. "Why 14 days though?" Another attendant asks. "I.. I.. say 14 days… be… because it takes 14 days for the moon goddess to go into a coma if anything happens to the moon." The attendant stutters shyly. "He is quite right, Mother Aele! According to the Book of the Moonicles, the moon goddess shall fall into a deep, unnatural sleep if the moon is absent for the space of 14 days." Darlene supports directly.

I stare in awe as the man I spoke to yesterday and who I named, Moon lifts the moon once more. Yet, this time I was standing right by his tower. He did everything he did yesterday. This time the moon is in a waning crescent. Still, it wasn't any less magnificent. It was like an art. His body moved so perfectly and well-practiced.