Moon Rises Novels & Stories

He couldn't help but relish in the way her eyes flickered with a mixture of curiosity, desire, and uncertainty. His attention shifted momentarily to the moon, hanging majestically in the night sky, casting a soft luminescence that painted the surroundings with an otherworldly glow. He allowed himself a moment of reflection, basking in the ethereal beauty of the moment. The moonlight seemed to whisper secrets that only he could comprehend.

My palms grew sweaty as Gideon stared at her. Gideon shrugged. “An alliance with one of the most powerful packs in the North,” he casually stated. He wasn’t quite lying but he wasn’t telling the truth either. “All alliances, future and past goes through the present Alpha and Luna,” Karter spoke up. “Its duration determines if it's upheld by the future alpha and Luna,” he continued. He was a pack law book. “If that’s what you feel is best,” Gideon stated, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

Someone else pipped up. “He didn’t give specifics, but it does sound that way. I did ask how we would even know who the moon wolf was. He said we would know, by the crescent moon on her fur.” Beta John answered. “So, we are looking for a she wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. What exactly is it that makes her so special? Do any of us have someone in our pack like this. Can we just give her up to make all this stop?”

You guys are the absolute best. Thank you for being with me on this wonderful journey despite my flaws, less-than-perfect writing, and grammatical errors. Your encouragement fuels my passion and drives me to continue creating. I am immensely grateful for your kindness and support. You all stayed with me to the end, and again, I say thank you. As I move on to new adventures, I carry with me the cherished memories of our time together. I hope Marked by the Moon brought you as much joy and excitement as it did me.

Margo says as we start to eat. “We should probably wait until after Tuesday. I think after Thursday would be best,” Beth tells her. “Oh right. New moon and all that.” They’ve lost me there. “New what? What’s going on? “New moon,” Beth replies. “It’s when the moon isn’t visible in the sky. It affects our condition. Makes us almost normal. We can’t smell, hear, or heal as fast. I’m not going to be pelted with paintballs being normal!”

said Reymond in awe. "What should we do next?" said Tanner. "Hmm ... let's go around first," said Eruza thoughtfully, to which everyone agreed. "Nelson what do you see?" Leonard asked, the burly man really liked Nelson, who was considered the youngest of them. However, Nelson did not answer at all, because Leonard was curious to follow Nelson's eyes, as well as the others so that they all froze too. Two months during the day, one crescent and one full moon. The crescent moon is blue while the full moon is red. It's not natural at all.

To him it was a more interesting and a more affecting thing than the sun, which shone on every day in much the same fashion. But the moon changed. It moved around the sky; it waxed and waned. On the nights when it rose full and yellow over the plains around Lonesome Dove, it seemed so close that a man could almost ride over with a ladder and step right onto it. Deets had even imagined doing it, a few times—propping a ladder against the old full moon, and stepping on. If he did it, one thing was sure: Mr. Gus would have something to talk about for a long time. Deets had to grin at the mere thought of

Both were staring at me, neither one moving. The light in the clearing changed as both the sun and the moon moved high in the sky, the light of the moon on the smokey grey wolf, making his silver fur shine. The sun bright on the sunrise wolf, his fur golden and beautiful in the sunlight. Both were stark contrasts, mirror images of each other. The power of the forest thrummed heavier, almost feeding off the energy both wolves were giving off. I slowly sank to my knees, awed by the beautiful wolves. Awed but so confused and cautious. Why? Why am I always brought to the forest? Why do I see them? Who are they? I had so many questions and when I opened my mouth to ask them, the forest disappeare

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.