Moon Rising Graphic 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.

"Let them settle into the gorge. Let them think they’ve already won." We waited ten agonizing minutes as the first rays of gray winter light broke over the peaks of the northern mountains. Cassian raised a massive iron standard, signaling the start of the advance. The Blood Moon vanguard let out a deafening, unified roar that shook the frost from the canyon walls, beginning their march toward the inner Ashmoor territory. "Now," I breathed. I stepped off the outcropping, dropping twenty feet onto the valley floor with Lucian right beside me. We didn't land quietly. The moment my boots hit the frozen dirt, a concussive wave of crystalline silver light burst outward in a thirty-foot radius.

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

But she's unavailable to me even in battle. I sighed softly and collapsed in my tiny bed of hay in my cell, not the best idea if the horrifying thud was any indication, but I fell asleep right away so it didn't matter. In the morning, I was woken up with the announcement of visitors. I smiled as I sat up, scooting closer to the cells as all the young pups of the pack raced over with birthday cards, Moonwell cards, and Get better soon cards, all reading some version of 'we miss you' in children's handwriting. "Awe, you pups are the best. Did you all make these? Who paid for them?" I gathered the cards up and read each one happily. "Mr. Wells paid for them!" One of my pups yipped happily.

They had extended life spans of about two hundred years and aged rather slowly. Although Sir Nich told me time over time that the tales of the Lupine humans were myths and were made up millennia ago as folk tales, I still thought that they could be a truth to it. I looked at more and more pictures of the creatures and Sir Nich had told me that they draw their energy from the moon light. He had also told me that a Lupine human would be able to transform into a Lobo at day time but will revert back to its human form when the power it had drawn from the moon runs out.

The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Slowly the night creped in covering the surroundings of Queen Anne Hill. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. She grabbed her torn clothes tightly around her body and made a run to save her life and dignity.

The Great Hall of Moonrise Academy was designed to intimidate, and it succeeded brilliantly. Soaring stone arches supported a vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into shadows, while stained glass windows cast colored light across long tables arranged by dormitory houses. But what made every wolf in the room unconsciously straighten their posture was the ceiling itself—a massive dome painted with lunar phases that shifted and changed in real time, showing the exact state of the moon that governed their supernatural nature. Currently, it displayed a waning crescent, which meant emotional tensions would be running lower than usual. Good for orientation, Ronan thought. Bad for his wolf, who

“Some say the Moon Goddess uses the Red Moon to correct her mistakes. Like granting second-chance mates. Or pulling destined ones from hiding.” A mix of dread and excitement bubbled in my stomach. Dread from crossing paths with the past. Or whatever the Moon had in store. “Come on,” Mariah said, linking her arm with mine. “Let’s go cool off at the riverside.” The river lay just beyond the edge of the market, hidden by drooping willows and wildflowers that brushed our ankles. The water sparkled beneath the sunlight, calm and inviting, as if the Moon Goddess herself had blessed it.

He turns on his heel and disappears into the trees, Cassandra following him with a last disparaging look over her shoulder. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. “Are you all right?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I know it’s a ridiculous question, but I’ve been holding back from asking it all evening, and by now I can’t resist any longer. Atlas heaves a sigh, leaning back and craning his neck to look up at the night sky. Overhead, the moon is full, lighting the whole world up with an eerie glow. We’ve made camp in a clearing about half a mile away from the rest of the Blood Moon Pack; it’s as close as we can comfortably get without bringing on more of their wrath. I wasn’t exactly exp

It rose up before me with white limestone carved in, again, the phases of the moon. These phases were central to wolves. The New Moon reminded us that there was always a new way to start afresh. The Waxing Crescent demonstrated the rising power we could find within us. The First Quarter allowed a moment of rest and reflection, a triumph over the forces that had caused that new beginning. The Waxing Gibbous spurred us on. Progress could be measured. Goals were in sight. The Full Moon was that glorious moment of triumph, or perhaps the quiet moment of contentment. It was the fulfillment of promise, or of promises. It was glorious. It was quiet. It shone. And it would end because that was the n