Moon Rising Graphic Novels & Stories

He said. "That's supposed to be new?" My brows furrowed. "Not really. But his priorities are." The room went quiet as he pulled out a folder from beneath his coat. He placed it on the table and inside were photographs, old ones, symbols. Drawings. Newspaper clippings. And one of the images showed the same moon I'd seen then red over Ashwood that night. "The Blood Moon," I muttered. My heart dropped. "You know what it means?" Marianne instantly caught that but I shook my head.

A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears Then below there is a painting of a green vast land, dark sky, stars, and moon. Stella smiled finding comfort on the painted picture. She brush her index finger on it, but like a wet ink she smudge the beautiful scene. She immediately rub the green ink on her finger to her skirt and close the book. She looked at Aeriol and Sister Lily tidying things up, no one seems to notice but her heart leaps higher than the height she fell into.

As I watch, the image begins to change, a new figure appearing on the brand. What was once a brand in the shape of a pentagram, with flames flowing out from the circle and lines in red, orange, and yellow colors, now included a full moon within the circle, glowing brightly in the background. The flames looked as if they were real, able to burn if I placed my finger too close. The moon shined brightly as if it was lighting up the night sky, little craters of darkness spread out within. Clotho gasps from her seat on the couch, jumping up and rushing in my direction. She runs her fingers over the marking, amazement lighting up her eyes. “You did it.” She says, tears watering her eyes, threateni

I said with a pout, as he took a picture of my neck. "I can kind of sense what you’re thinking." He smirked. I frowned. "That’s a wolfie thing?" "Kind of." He winked as he held the phone out to me. I took it, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at the screen nervously. It was not what I was expecting. There was a full moon, surrounded by flames. One could mistake it for the sun, but it was clearly a moon. In front of the moon was a silhouette of a wolf, its fur a deep navy black, littered with stars and a small moon… just like the night sky…

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

I tilt my head to get a better look at it, to marvel at what I created on his neck. He was mine now for definite. The mark of a large full silvery moon with its reflection in a body of water underneath. I can make out two wolves laying by the water’s edge, the bigger wolf resting it’s head on top of the slightly smaller wolf. That must be the two of us. This is adorable.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

I followed the path, and soon it spilled out onto the Standing Stones. Seven stones stood in a circle, and mosaic tiles had been set in a circular fashion to the center, where the image of the Moon Goddess was etched on the center circular tile. The gray stones were illuminated blue in the bright moonlight. Everyone stood around the outside of the circle holding their candles.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.