Novelas y relatos de Moon Mirage

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

Tonight, its grey walls are bathed in the soft shimmer of bistro lights strung across the grounds. But the brightest light of all is the one above us—the full moon, hanging clear and silver in the sky. A formal event beneath a full moon… with a werewolf. It feels almost too much like a fairytale. And yet, I can’t ignore what the stories say about werewolves on nights like this.

The temperature plunged instantly, the heat of the day replaced by an icy, piercing stillness. That was when the first Mirage hit. It wasn't a visual trick of light and heat. It was an Acoustic Mirage. The wind blowing over the crest of a massive dune suddenly shifted its pitch. The whistling sound of the sand transformed into a high-fidelity broadcast, echoing inside my skull with the force of a live studio feed.

A position that allowed me to view it clearly, whether I was working at my desk or lounging in bed. The Moonmirror was one of the most expensive things I had ever purchased. A rare, nearly extinct relic from the Yurellian age. I rarely put it to use. Pouring the sacred water that came with it into a shallow ceremonial bowl, I dipped the mooncloth in and wiped away the fine layer of dust that had settled on the mirror’s surface. Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.”

The full moon, once soft and bright, blazed with ten times its original radiance. And then, silver rain began to fall from the heavens. This was no ordinary rain. Every drop hummed with dense, concentrated moonlight energy, and where it touched her skin, there was no cold—only a warm, gentle heat. A celestial phenomenon seen once in a century: the Moonfall Rain. The first drop landed on the back of Eira’s hand, wrapped tight around the medallion. The ancient silver emblem burst to life, blazing with a light brighter than the full moon itself.

They fed me love. The shadow's red eyes flickered. I cannot eat love. Then learn, Mira said. Just like Luan said. She turned. She walked back to the fire. She sat down next to her mother. Vera wrapped an arm around her. Held her tight. The shadow watched. And for the first time in a thousand years, it wished it had arms to hold with. Luan dreamed of the first wolf that night. The massive creature stood in the field of moonlight. Its silver fur glowed. Its golden eyes were sad.

I want that future. I look lovingly at Layla but she has turned her attention to the sky. Her brow is scrunched and eyes are squinting as she looks at something with confusion. I look up to see what she is looking at and I witness the most spectacular meteor shower. "It looks like the moon is crying," She says both in awe and sorrow. "Why do you say that?" I ask trying to see what she sees. "Come here and look," She pats the ground beside herself without taking her eyes off the night sky. I do as she asks and when I look up I see what she is seeing and my stomach falls to my feet.

It was as if the very essence of the moonlit had come alive in Louie's call. Then, an astonishing phenomenon unfolded before my eyes. An ethereal mist, glimmering with a soft, silvery light, began to emanate from Louie's form. As the mist spread outward, it swirled and danced, forming intricate patterns in the air. Suddenly, a chilling frost crept along the ground, frosting the grass and leaves, and painting the landscape in a surreal wintry hue.

Saya added that they knew about wolves being affected by the pull of the moon as they were when there was a crescent one. “Hm, then I’ll take that advice. I’ll take my breath then. Thanks for the info and wine. I hope my stroll tonight will be nice.” Mira sighed once again before taking a drink of her wine. “Just don’t let him destroy your mood at night, my lady.” She suggested to her lady who chuckled. “I know. Prepare my meal later. I’ll notify you if there is something I would like to add.” Mira finished her second glass and decided to get up from her seat.