Moon Mirage Novels & Stories

The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it. I ran my fingers over the stars, "Thank you, this is beautiful," I replied still mesmerized by it but reluctantly tore my gaze from the windchime to find Damien looking at me with a big smile on his lips. There was no icy glare in his eyes that had the power to melt the person standing in front of him. I couldn't look away from his captivating smile, which held all of my attention. "How did you know I like wind chimes?" I asked curiously.

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

Like a mirror, a reflection of the shining moon, full and whole looked back at her. The place was befitting a kingdom of unimaginable beauty! "Wow... It's... It's... So beautiful! Is this even... real?" Luna full of doubt moved closer to the pond. Hiking up her skirt, she slowly dipped her toes to test. Only to withdraw it with a hiss. "It is freezing cold!" Moving back a step, Luna looked up to stare at the big bright moon. It looked bigger and nearer than she ever recalled seeing at the human world. She basked under its moonlight as the soft wind teased her hair and blowing her white robe making it dance around her.

Even the most hardened warriors shifted, their suspicion faltering in the face of such a gift. And then, as if the earth itself answered her, the moon crested the horizon. Its light spilled silver and pure across the trees, painting the night in magic. I turned, and through the opening in the forest I saw it—the lake, visible from here in the distance. The moonlight touched its surface and turned it to molten silver, glowing so brightly it seemed as though the moon had descended from the sky to rest on the earth. A collective hush fell. Wolves bowed their heads instinctively, reverent, some whispering old words of blessing.

I yell, putting myself between the werebears and Nyx. “On it,” my mate says, her arms shining with enchantment as a shield of white light starts to materialize between the final of the Blood Moon pack and the oncoming aggressors. The pack is gigantic, and it’s going to take a parcel to keep it up, but she’s up to the errand, sending a divider of enchantment shooting into the sky indeed as she flies nearby me. “Will that thing hold?” Father inquires, sounding skeptical. “It better,” Nyx says, her assurance obvious.

I really did not like that idea of being roasted wolf so I wondered when we would go under those big trees ahead and find shade. “I think we are in a mirage.” Someone spoke behind me. There was only one person in the world who had the voice. Oscala. “What makes you think so?” I thought mirages is in the dessert?” “It is supposed to be but some Lycans mastered how to create back then. It was one of those magic tricks but if a lot of Lycans came together and channeled their power into making a mirage, it would definitely last for years. I have a feeling they we are near. Why else would there be a trap.”

The Valley of Mirrors was not called so for having reflective surfaces, but because everything here was perfect, immaculate, as if the real world were just an imperfect reflection of this place. At the center of the valley flowed a river whose waters made no noise as they moved, but instead sang complex harmonies that seemed to tell the stories of the stars. "The Singing River," Aurora breathed, her eyes filled with tears she couldn't explain. "We're almost there." They followed it upstream until the waters opened into a waterfall that fell not into a lake, but into the sky—the droplets rising instead of falling, disappearing into the clouds above. And beyond the inverted waterfall, in a cle

He looked remarkably healthy for someone living in a pocket dimension, his violet eyes wide with the sort of academic fervor that usually meant he had discovered a new law of physics to break. ​You called? Leo asked, skidding to a halt on the salt-dusted stone. I was just calculating the refractive index of the new moon we’ve created. It is fascinating, really. Since we are technically folded into the shadow of the mountain, the lunar cycle is purely a manifestation of our collective memory. If we all think about a full moon, the sky actually brightens. It is the ultimate democratic— ​Leo, Winnie feels something, Cassian interrupted, his tone cutting through Leo’s excitement. Static at the e

Kian POV: Looking at the pathetic woman in front of me was actually making me sick. What kind of alpha would take someone as weak as her to be their Luna? 'Rager, what to you think? Is she telling the truth?' 'I'm not sure. I don't smell any malice on her. But desperation can also lead to lies. And you're talking about murdering her pup.' 'Jasper's pup.' 'Kian' My wolf growled warningly in my head.

Healing is strongest during a full moon. Evans widened his eyes. He recalled that the moon was full last night. Edward and his group must have recovered but why did they not come to school? They must be afraid of the mysterious girl, he had not seen her since he had arrived. "What are you searching for? Can I see?" She questioned from beside him. Evans quickly shifted away from her and then deleted the search. He locked the phone then handed it back to her. "Thank you." Soon, the lecturer closed his notes as time ran out then left. The students started packing their things. Evans remained seated for a while but Jasmine came to his front, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.