Moon Glyphs Novels & Stories

I cock my head to the side, my eyes moving over the three moons at the top of the panel – references, obviously, to this world and the celestial bodies that are almost always visible in the dark sky. Beneath each moon is carved the vague figure of a young man. “This must be what Orion was talking about,” I murmur, stepping forward to trace my fingers over them, wanting to be closer to the story. “The three moons as…men?” “Yeah, whereas we only have one moon,” Anton says, stepping close to my side. “Which is ruled by the Goddess.” I nod, letting my eyes drift further down to the symbols carved beneath each of the male figures. The one all the way to the right, the smallest moon, is accompanie

She looked devastatingly beautiful, dripping in emerald silk that clung to her curves, her eyes gleaming with a malicious, terrifying triumph. “Selene?” I breathed, my fingers tightening around the silver metal in my hand. “What the hell are you doing in my quarters? The grand victory celebration ended hours ago. The guards shouldn't have even let you onto the residential floor.” “The guards?” Selene laughed, a soft, musical sound that sent a violent shiver down my spine. She took a slow, agonizingly deliberate step into the moonlight streaming through the window. “Oh, Katniss. You sweet, naive little fool. Who do you think gave them the order to look the other way?”

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

Lena hesitated and then took a small sip. The warmth spread through her softening the rigor of her nerves in her chest. She set the mug down and looked at Luna Celeste "You said I have power, what do you mean?" Luna Celeste sat down in the chair across from her, and her face turned solemn. "The gifts of the Moon Goddess are rare, but she never bestows them, much like her gifts, for no reason. You were born during a blood moon, was it not?"

“Interesting.” “Interesting?” I echoed. “That's all you've got?” Her lips quirked. The closest thing to a smile I'd ever seen from her. “Supernatural dynamics are complex, Aria. What seems like a potential disaster could be a precise magical alignment waiting to happen.” She walked to the center of the concrete space, gesturing for me to follow. “Moon magic,” Elara began, “isn't learned. It's remembered. Awakened.” Her hands started moving. Intricate patterns that seemed to cut through the air itself. Energy crackled—thin blue lines of power that danced between her fingers like living electricity.

Someone else pipped up. “He didn’t give specifics, but it does sound that way. I did ask how we would even know who the moon wolf was. He said we would know, by the crescent moon on her fur.” Beta John answered. “So, we are looking for a she wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. What exactly is it that makes her so special? Do any of us have someone in our pack like this. Can we just give her up to make all this stop?”

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.

By ten o’ clock in the evening; Grazziena and Governor Draeko are on the mansion’s balcony, looking at the moon whose light seemed to cover the whole balcony, where they are standing. Grazziena focused her eyes on the moon and remembered about what she had read before about the Goddess of Wolves. They called them Moon Goddess. May be Moon Goddess resides in the moon or she, herself is the moon. “Hmm, can I also pray to you Moon Goddess?”, Grazziena asked murmuring but eventually shrugged her shoulders. She was just trying to make things light for her actually. She wanted to forget that she has a remaining more than one and a half hours only to enjoy the night with Draeko.

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.