Moon Man Book Novels & Stories

She looks up, and it's true. It has been rusting ever since last spring if you believe the papers, but who would still believe them nowadays? They have been lying for a year now. Except, when it comes to the moon. With its brown spots, it looks marbled. As if someone had taken it off the sky by the start of the year in order to petrify it. Like what they’ve done with life.

Maria frowned for a moment, “Actually it was in that same book that I read another story. It is rumoured that somewhere on the earth exists a moonstone so powerful it is believed to have fallen from the moon itself as a gift from the Moon Mother. It is said whoever wields that stone will be blessed with the wisdom and power of the Moon over the Earth.” “Do they look different?” Luna Yasmin asked. “It has been said that the stone is as alive as the moon itself.” She revealed with a look of excitement and mystery on her face leaving us all wondering.

Atlas’ POV “Luna Onyx, good morning.” One of my wolves greeted the woman that damn near took my breath away everytime our eyes met as she walked beside me through the halls. That title sounded so good, and I would never get tired of hearing it knowing the meaning behind it.

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.

“But if you sign, we’ll print the names on the notice board like we print the price of ferry tickets. People should know what a mouth costs to keep.” Silas’s smile flickered the way a candle does when a door is opened at the wrong part of a sentence. “Put it away,” Rooke’s matriarch said softly to him, calculating. “Not today.” He did not. He was not built for retreat. But his hands lowered a fraction, as if the book had taken on its true weight—the weight of an object that would require more witnesses than he preferred. Evelyn exhaled and looked up. High in the iron ribs of the foundry the moon had found a window and made of it a coin. It did not stain. It did not ask. It hung there like a

Luuk had a knack for making him lose his composure. " Describe your typical daily mood. Is your mood like a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady?" Mr Anderson continued. He refused to give up. "Steady." Luuk played with the corners of the book he grabbed from the table. The title read "Journey through space" a book written by " Adrian Whitehead" a popular adventurer in the space world. There was a rumor that only 3 of the books were printed, it is a rare book! And there's one casually lying on Ruben’s desk.

She was the powerless Luna, a mere girl in the eyes of the pack, and she had accepted that role without question. The night was eerily quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The gathered wolves formed a semicircle, their attention fixed on Kael. He stood like a statue, his posture rigid, the flickering flames casting shadows across his chiseled features. His voice cut through the stillness as he addressed the pack, issuing orders in clipped, decisive tones.

He wore all black, his hair slightly tousled, and the moonlight revealed the beauty of his mysterious eyes. Misan stopped a short distance away. Rycon extended his hand before speaking, causing Misan to eye him curiously. “I want to know... will you fly with me to the moon tonight?” he asked. Misan’s whole body froze. Before she could respond, Rycon took her hand—and in seconds, they were standing on the surface of the moon. Rycon still held her hand as he gazed at her beautiful face. Misan had no idea why she allowed him to touch her so easily.

“If I forget, remind me loudly until I’m annoyed.” Ilon—who rarely smiled—smiled slightly. “Yes, Luna.” Night crept in. Between one signature and another, I wrote notes for the pack members: honest words that didn’t spread panic. I wrote about preparations, about honor, about the fences that would be tied with prayers to the Moon Goddess. I took a deep breath. “I have to finish all this as soon as possible.” As the palace corridors grew cold, as the hourglass on the shelf ran out, the room suddenly felt too large for one person. The papers on the table seemed to stare back at me. Outside the window, the night rolled up the leaves.