Moon Mirage Novels & Stories

I also reviewed some of the pack's financial records, making sure everything was in order. As the morning wore on, I decided to take a walk in the pack's gardens. The fresh air and sunshine would do me some good, and I needed a break from the confines of the pack house. As I strolled through the gardens, I saw something I never noticed before. In the center of the clearing stood a large, ancient-looking tree. And carved into the trunk of the tree was a symbol I recognized — the symbol of the Lunar Curse. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at the symbol. The Lunar Curse was a legendary affliction that caused werewolves to lose control of their wolves during full moons. It was said

The river, a mirror to the heavens above, reflected the moon's light, creating a serene and mystical ambiance around us. There, in the tranquility of the night, Kael nudged me to look down at my chest. Bathed in the silvery glow, my fur bore markings I hadn't noticed before. Three perfect crescent moons, each a mirror image of the one gracing the night sky. The marks were not just on my skin but were now a part of my very essence, represented in my wolf form as well.

Ronin’s gaze was fixated on the distant horizon as he leaned on the cruise ship’s rail, soaking in the dazzling moon hanging from the black sky, so close to diving into the ocean, but not quite there yet. It was as if the moon was too terrified to take a chance at the last minute, as if realizing that if it let it go this once, it may never recover from what it would lose in that one moment of recklessness.

They questioned whether it was merely a fleeting moment of collaboration or As I stood within the heart of the Moonlight Pack's territory, I couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing sight above me. The moon, a celestial beauty, shone brightly in the night sky, its ethereal light cascading down upon the land below. The moon's gentle radiance enveloped the landscape, transforming it into a mystical realm bathed in a soft, silvery glow. Throughout history, the moon has held a profound significance for humanity, serving as a timeless symbol that transcends the ever-changing nature of our world. Its presence in the night sky has captivated our collective imagination and played a vital r

Chapter 2 - The Thief of The Night Eighteen years ago.... The harvest moon’s orange glow shines down on the land, giving the forest and meadow surrounding it an ethereal glow. The soft breeze carries the scent of fall on the wind towards where two wolves sit in waiting hidden amongst the tall grass and wild flowers that cling to life before the winter frost can hit. As the harvest moon slowly climbs to its apex, a mirage slowly appears on a crystal clear lake in the shape of a crescent moon. This mirage will soon be a lush green forest only visible during two events. The first being the ascension of the new Moon Goddess who will take the place of the Current one once she is grown. The second

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

I ran, not caring how long or far, wanting to enjoy the freedom, the peace, the wind against my face. The wood was full of life. I could hear the rustle of leaves under my paws and the distant hoot of an owl. The Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silver patches on the ground. My wolf's sharp eyes caught every detail, every movement. The run helped a bit, the exercise burning off some of my restless energy

If a Fear Monger attacked, he’d be the one it would try to goad with its fear tactics. “Will the mirror work tonight with the moon in a different phase?” Everyone heard Gemma’s confusion in her voice. “If you look more closely around, you’ll realize there are several more niches around the arbour. Those are there for different times of the year when the moon is in a different place in the sky. Now you understand how lucky I was that you not only chose to set the mirror into a niche at the right time, but you chose the correct niche too.”

The reflection of the moon within it warped, reshaping into a red sigil that pulsed like a heartbeat. Mireya stood at the edge, rain streaking her face. The remaining wolves gathered around her. “What now?” one whispered. She swallowed hard. “Now we wait. And pray he comes back before that thing finishes opening.” The wind howled across the valley. Above, the Harvest Moon burned through the mist—lower, larger, its reflection spreading across every remaining pool. Mireya turned from the vortex, her expression hardening. She could feel Maelis’s magic thickening in the air, pressing down like a storm waiting to break.

It’s just something so unbelievable. “Look Hima!” We were walking around when he suddenly called out to me. I turned to look at him and I saw him pointing to something behind me. As soon as I turned, I could see the reflection of the moon on the water. The sight was breathtaking, it almost looked like a surreal painting, like the ones I used to see back in my old life. It was beyond beautiful and it was such a grand sight to see. It was perfect timing to come here during the full moon, you could see how big the moon was and how beautiful it’s reflection on the water was.