Moon Of My Life Novels & Stories

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

The sound of the camera clicking went on and on. “Mr. Leonardo DiCaprio, why are you staying in the same room as Miss Moon, the new daughter of the powerful Scott family? Are you two dating?” “Miss Moon, looking at how frumpled your clothes are, it seems like the deed has been done. May I know if there will be good news soon?”

The cracked moon hung in the sky, its white light flickering like the last breath of a dying person. “Moon Goddess,” she said—not calling out, but truly pleading, offering her entire self to that name. “Take my life. Turn back time. Let them live again and let them remember—let them know that I… I was the one who killed them. I beg you… let the wound remain with me, not with them. Let all the hatred I’ve sown grow only within me.”

A rejected Luna who might talk, might challenge, might. Might survive. So they made sure I wouldn't. My lungs are screaming, but I have no air left to give them. The darkness at the edges of my vision spreads, consuming everything. The last thing I see is the moon through the water, distorted and distant. Full and bright and completely indifferent to my suffering. Moon Goddess. I don't know if I'm praying or cursing. Both, maybe. If you're real... if you ever cared about me at all... My heart stutters. Once. Twice.

I don’t answer. I don’t go to the hollow right away. I go to Liam. The palace healers have done what they can, but Moon poison doesn’t obey mortal rules. He lies too still, breath shallow, Moon-mark flickering weakly on his skin. I sit beside him, taking his hand. “I don’t know if you can hear me,” I whisper. “But I need you to live.” His fingers twitch faintly. Tears sting my eyes. “They’re making me choose,” I confess. “And no matter what I do… I lose something.”

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

"Should I be more like Diego. Give you a thousand nicknames? I would tell you how you are my moon, my stars, and everything else in the night sky. That you’re the love of my life?" Moon was silent for a bit, then said, "no, our love story is like no one else’s. We found each other, then we lost each other. We went through hell, and now we are here. You calling me "my Moon" is special enough. It means you see me for who I am now. Moon, not Mona. And you see me as yours. I am yours. Your Moon."

“You don’t know me. And I don’t know you. But what I do know is that the Blood Moon is coming, and with it, war.” Raynor’s gaze snapped to hers, narrowing. "What do you know of the Blood Moon?" She didn’t answer right away, instead glancing down at her wrist, where the faint glow of her mark shimmered in the firelight. “There’s a prophecy," Erin said quietly. “A prophecy about someone who can awaken the Wolf God. The Moon’s Orphan. The Silverblood.” Raynor’s eyes widened in recognition. The Silverblood. His blood ran cold. “You—” His voice faltered for a moment. “You think that’s me?”

I look at my dad out the window as the man climbs in the driver's seat and starts the car up. I wave at him as we drive away, hoping to the gods this was the right decision. Two years ago my mother was diagnosed with a disease known as Moon Sickness. It’s very rare and we know little about it, as there are only around a hundred reported cases. We have no idea how you get it, what causes it, how to cure it. It strips you of your wolf and leaves the shell behind empty and useless, barely even alive. Doctors have been stumped for months, only just keeping her alive. Last month, a woman approached me while I was working at my part time job.

We went through hell and back to be together but I believe that made us stronger. Nikki has truly been the love of my life, the perfect mother to our pups, and exactly the type of Luna I had hoped for. Tonight we are throwing one last blood moon ball and then tomorrow, I will be passing the torch to David as he has found his Luna. He met Sinead during the last blood moon when he was traveling abroad on business for Carolina Phoenix Corporation.