Moon Rising Graphic Novels & Stories

He was especially feeling today, but…. There’s only one moon on the ceiling. A frown etches itself across my face because why is that? I drew those moons myself. The whole landscape. I wanted it to be that whenever we looked at the ceiling, we would see us. I drew me and him sitting in the background, just two small dots, and I drew the sea spread out before us. The waves as they crashed on the beach, the heavy clouds on the horizon. The deer just a few paces away, feasting on the grass, and to complete it, the two moons in the distance.

The moon hung low in the sky, its soft, lunar glow bathed the landscape in an ethereal light, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the ground. The balcony, where Reyes stood tall and still, vulnerable and exposed, was bathed in a silver radiance that highlighted the contours of his naked form. His silhouette was stark against the moonlit backdrop, a study in contrasts of light and dark. The shadows danced around him, like dark spirits swirling at his feet.

Finding a bar of soap on the side of the tub, I scrub my body and hair until the water is brown instead of pink. I don't linger before I leave, wrap myself in a towel and go to the mirror. Somehow I turn at an awkward angle to see the moon marks on her neck and upper back, but the image of them shocks me. The full moon is at my neck, followed by a waning moon, a waxing moon, and back to a full moon. The marks, similar to the tattoos I've seen the wolves in the pack get, are black ink and slightly raised. Suddenly, the last words of the Alpha Sylvester Ravensword come back to me like a frightening dream.

The fresh bedsheet felt like I was lying on heaven’s couch, and the numerous pillows soothed my exhausted body. Looking up at the ceiling, I noticed a mural painting on it. I found it fascinating. The pointillism and brushwork told me it was impasto. A 19th-century painting of the moon goddess Selene features thin brush strokes and a depiction of light. Two wolves stayed on each side of Selene. And a full moon looking down on them. It seemed as though the moon goddess was joining the two wolves in holy matrimony. I wondered if the two wolves were Luna Bella and Alpha Atticus. They must have a beautiful love story - one I may never experience if it was.

With a harmless smile, he gently approached Jessica. The moonlight cast a charming backdrop, softly showering his face with gentle affection. The hand holding the roses, the smiling face, he looked like a prince straight out of a fairy tale. Mr. Marcus, can you be any more shameless? In the moonlight, the high-rise buildings of the city became a static background, and the colorful neon lights illuminated the scene with dazzling starlight, making everything beautiful and captivating. The cool air under the night sky carried a warm and sweet fragrance, the scent of love!

His hand came up and brushed a stray snowflake from my cheek. “They have excellent taste,” I said, leaning into his touch for a fleeting second. “They want me to tell the First Moon story.” His smile widened, and the pride in his eyes deepened. “Of course they do. You give the old tales new breath.” He glanced around the hollow, at all the bustling activity, then back at me. “Everything coming together?” “I think so. Martha and Elara are geniuses. The banner…” I trailed off, feeling a flicker of that nervousness return. “I chose the motif. A seed breaking open beneath the moon. Growth from darkness.”

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

"Because I asked you to." So, I stayed. I sat on the east wing window seat with the curtain pulled back three inches with my notebook in my lap and nothing written in it, while I watched the grounds. The perimeter lights ran in a chain along the north wall and bent around the west corner and the gap between them. At midnight the grounds were still. At twelve-eleven they weren't. Two figures moved through the exact gap with deliberateness like they had memorised where the light stopped. They weren’t running; rather they were walking, low and fast, following the line of the treeline along the north edge where the shadow was deepest.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.