Moon Rise Mlp Novels & Stories

POV: Luna The next three days blurred together. Training. Planning. Preparing for a confrontation that might kill us all. But tonight, the Headmaster had ordered everyone to rest. Forced downtime before the final push. I found myself on the roof of the dormitory, staring at the stars. The moon was waxing, almost full. In four more days, it would be complete. The same night as Malachar's deadline. Of course he'd chosen the full moon. Maximum power for both of us.

"You'd better be, because we have a long ride to Crescent! I'll even help you dust off a—" Gemma put her hand over Helie's mouth. "Let's hold off on the sexual comments, please." The excitable she-wolf nodded respectfully. Gemma released her, but just as quickly Helie said, "I respect my future Luna's—" "Hush!" Gemma protested, glancing around to see if anyone heard or was even looking our way. The combined packs forming Moonrise had already vanished into the city. Gemma breathed a sigh of relief and said to our little company, "I'd rather remain low." She glanced at me with a small, brief smile. "At least for now."

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

Chapter 204: Moonlit Meal The community courtyard at the heart of Moonrise was bathed in a luminous, pearlescent glow. The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, a perfect silver coin resting against the dark velvet of the night. It was a stark contrast to the brilliant, blazing heat of the bonfires that dotted the slate paved plaza. Tonight was not a festival marking a specific celestial event or the turning of a season. It was simply a celebration of survival. It was a celebration of the quiet, beautiful mundanity that had finally taken root in the valley.

It made a neat arc and hit his cheekbone and slid in a line that looked like a sentence I had finally decided to write. His eyes flashed. He laughed again, wiped it with the back of his hand, smeared it into his beard like paint. “Camera,” he said cheerfully. “Did you get that?” The crewman nodded, sick. The lens shook. “Good,” Ronan said. He turned, shouted to the ring. “Move! We break camp. Blood Moon is tomorrow. The rite holds now like wet mortar. By tomorrow it will be stone. At moonrise, we finish.” He bent close to my ear. “You will thank me by then.”

“It takes a lot of power, huh? I noticed the ice starting to line your eyes, just like Maeve.” “It’s called–” “A depletion event, I know.” He lies down flat on his back with his hands resting on his chest. “Trust me, I know a lot about that.” “I’ll be fine by morning, but I’m not going to risk ruining my day tomorrow trying to spirit back to Moonrise on limited reserves.” “What’s the hurry?”

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."

"The cost of today's celebration is on the Pacific Moonrise pack. Enjoy yourselves as you please." Everyone screamed and praised Alpha Roderick. They began to yell. "You rock, PMP! You rock, PMP!" They all cheered loudly. PMP is a short form for the Pacific Moonrise pack. "Enough" Alpha Roderick raised his hand to halt the cheerful crowd. "With this, I say may the Moon goddess bless this ritual." We all made a howling sound in response. That was our way of commemorating the beginning of the ritual. Alpha Roderick held Luna's hand as she stepped down from the stage. They looked cute together. His Luna was a very beautiful and nice lady.

By sunrise, the front boundary of the Silverclaw territory was already in chaos. The bards from the Silverhowl Guild had plastered notice scrolls across every boundary post, claiming that the young human-born wolfling, Rosaline Hollowmere, was summoned by the royal pack to be the sole Moon Representative of the northern realm. They claimed I was jealous, that my human blood made me bitter, and that I had barred her from stepping foot inside the sacred Moon Trial Chamber.

Both women paused, gazing at the menu engraved in 00glass above the bartender. “There it is,” Maya said, tapping the panel with one finger. “The drink we’ve been eyeing since the first night we arrived. ‘Moonfire Elixir.’ It’s a mix of exotic fruits, mint, and a touch of something stronger. Every review says it’s unforgettable.” Lily’s lips curved in a small smile. “And yet, we’ve never had the chance. Too busy fighting for our lives, dealing with Crescent rogues, or reading Clara’s venomous article about how weak we supposedly are.” Her voice hardened at the last words.