Moon Of The Crusted Snow Summary Novels & Stories

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

"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"

Not only that, but it was a blue moon. A shiver went down his spine as he started walking back in the direction of his cabin. He didn't know why but he felt like he was being watched. It was only a few minutes until the feeling was confirmed when a bush rustled a few feet away from him. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed around. Nothing smelled out of the ordinary and he let himself relax just a little. He closed his eyes and opened up his ears to listen to the world around him. Evander waited a few minutes and that was when he heard it. A cry. It was soft, barely audible, but he heard it. Immediately, his feet ran in the direction of the cries. He ran deeper through the woods until h

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

They turned and fled, their boots crunching hastily in the snow, leaving behind only the ghosts of their laughter and the deep, perfect silence of the storm. Alone, the energy drained from Luna as suddenly as it had come. Her knees buckled, hitting the soft, cold snow. She knelt there, chest heaving, cradling her shimmering arm. The cut was already closing, the silver blood slowing to a seep before ceasing, leaving only a faint, glittering trail like a celestial scar.

It anchored her. The blackness shuddered. Resolved. Trial the First: Flesh of the Moon She landed on her feet in snow. Wind knifed across a vast, open plain of white under a sky so clear it hurt to look at. The Moon hung enormous and close, Her cracked face filling half the heavens. Luna shivered. She wore nothing but her usual clothes, too thin for this place. The cold went beyond biting. It tried to sink in, to claim the marrow of her bones.

I get it, but to say it’s his fault, well, that just pissed me off. We found out that the rogues annihilated the entire pack at Crescent Moon. Men, women, and children. Even Crystal’s mom wasn’t spared. They burnt the pack to the ground, then tried to attack Snow Moon. They were like a swarm of locusts, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake.

Selene’s voice was barely a whisper, a thread of sound in the vast, still air. The crater was a perfect circle of fused quartz, glowing with a faint, residual heat. In the very center, where the pillar of nothingness had stood, there was no body. There was no blood. There was only a single, vertical sprout of a tree, its bark as white as bone and its leaves a shimmering, translucent silver. And nestled in the crook of its first two branches was a small, scorched wooden wolf. The Audit of Peace Months turned into seasons. The "Great War of the Crescent Moon" became a story told to children to keep them from fearing the dark, rather than a living nightmare.

RONAN HEAD RESTING AGAINST THE WINDOW, I stared past the spiderwebs of frost on the glass. Moonlight cast a blanket of silver over the snow, and the frozen wasteland glittered like diamonds. From my vantage point, it felt like I was a princess locked in a tower. Held captive by a monster who shot men in the head at a dining table set with crystal glasses and cake.

If they need back their crates, they shall have them, but not my head. I started to run, dodging drooling teeth sharp enough to snap me in half. The woods will be an hour from the house. With wolves on my tail and their great sense of smell, it will not be an easy way out even if I have the upper hand of knowing the routes and way. If the gods blessed me tonight, there will be no guards scouting the forest. I prayed hard despite my broken faith. The Moon loves his subjects, and I'm still one of them. Surely, she had not relinquished me just yet.