Moon Rising Graphic Novels & Stories

We stopped at the art display first, and there was Grace’s painting with the #2 ribbon next to it. I easily recognized the lake from the park, but instead of a sunny day and picnic, it was evening, and a thin crescent moon was glowing like a scimitar in the darkening sky. It was technically impressive—better in that way than the first-place winner, in my opinion, but I could see that while it was very pretty, it did nothing to move me, not even in the way a human child’s little stick figure paintings sometimes could.

The floor had been scrubbed and smoothed, scorched marks chiseled away or inlaid with pale marble. The old central glyph—crescent moon ringed by wolves—had been painstakingly restored. Around it, new runes had been etched, not in jagged, hungry strokes, but in neat, steady circles. Pact‑words. Promise‑words. Above us, the sky was a hard blue, banners from three packs snapping in the high breeze: Mooncrest’s silver crescent, Nightveil’s black raven, Bloodthorn’s red thorns without the snarling wolf’s head that had once glared from their standard.

“At the origin point. And he’s carrying a piece of the Bloodmoon Mark in his blood. The ground knows.” “So he’s a carrier,” I said. “All three of us are,” Rhydian replied. The road curved and through the trees I could finally see it, the gold light rising in columns, unreal and beautiful, nothing like I pictured when I woke up today. And right in the center, too far to see but easy to find, a single unmoving shape in silver light. Soren, alone, while four hundred wolves watched. My phone buzzed. Soren. Finally.

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.

Fortunately, she was in the middle of the deck, being bathed in moonlight, and likely would be for most of the night. Leaving Selene there with one guard and one Omega, the other wolves left to join the Wolf Moon party. Liana had shifted, the Alpha and Luna were happily mated, Selene was recovering and would probably wake, healthy and whole, very soon. Everyone was light-hearted and anxious to celebrate. Snow fell soft and steady from clouds that were separated just enough to show the full moon. The tiny flakes sparkled and shimmered their way to the ground like confetti, as though the Goddess herself had thrown some down to celebrate with them. It was a perfect night for a celebration.

We kept searching for anything about the symbol in books, which ranged from normal history books to folklore. After getting tired, I picked up another book with a few paintings and started walking inside the room. Surprisingly, Kai didn't move one tiny bit and kept his eyes glued to the books. Suddenly, a frown formed on Kai's forehead, "Wait." I sat down next to him. "What?" He turned the book towards me. There was a drawing on the page. But not just another drawing....a crescent moon, with a vertical line through the centre. My eyes widened.

Afte giving in one last wave, I ran to my room as Axel’s voice echoed in his office. “How long do you plan on keeping Alpha Ky’s warriors here?” After shutting the door, I was able to enter my room of silence. Thankfully, Pitch Perfect 2 was on next so I didn’t have to look through the channels. After a little thinking, I decided to make the moon the main focus of the picture. It was be mostly the moon with some fog. The moon will be pretty bright with a little extra shiny spots on it. Maybe even a wolf in the corner of it. It will depend how I feel when I get started.

Rose felt as though she was walking in a daze as she made her way toward her room. The sky was dark and she was grateful that her flushed expression wasn't seen by Dominic. As she made her way to her room, Rose passed by the few painting hung on the wall. She stared at the one portrait of a golden full moon. There were snowflakes falling from the dark sky behind the moon and while staring at it, Rose couldn't help but feeling that the moon reminded her of Dominic.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

The Game Master plucked a scroll from one of the cubes and returned to the table I occupied. A small squeak emerged from my lips when he unrolled the scroll and set it in front of me. It took my brain a few minutes to process the glittering artwork I was looking at, imbued with so much magic that the design shifted and danced on the paper. A full moon hung high, casting silver light down on an empty field. Apart from the grass that grew out of the earth, there was no other vegetation. Barren of trees and fruit, streams and lakes, the moon watched overall.