Moon Rising Graphic Novels & Stories

I smiled before grabbing the canvas and facing it front for them to see it all. After seeing my art, all of them gasped and my heart was fluttering seeing their eyes sparkling with amazement. “Oh my goodness! This is exactly what we have in mind!” Larry said with tears on the side of his eyes. On the canvas, the moon took center stage, luminous and grand, casting its silvery glow over the scene. Below, in the shadowy depths of the woods, I drew, werewolves prowled, their fur streaked with crimson red highlights that glinted in the moonlight.

As Apollo and Jolene stand outside the gates to the moon, their hands entwined in a silent vow of solidarity, a sense of peace washes over them. The chaos and turmoil that once threatened to consume their world have finally subsided, replaced by a newfound tranquility that permeates the air. With the threat of darkness vanquished, the moon stands as a beacon of hope in the night sky, its gentle glow casting a comforting light upon the world below. It serves as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love and unity.

Bulan is a tight-knit city, after all. "Let us welcome, the Daughter of the Moon, Luna Almazan." the host presented. Luna emerged from the entrance of the garden, wearing a silver long dress with thin straps on her shoulders. The bodice is embroidered with gold laces with symbols of the phases of the moon. A thin fabric attached to the bodice serves as long sleeves but left the shoulders bare to give it an off-shouldered look. Layers of silver tulle and satin form her long skirt that brushes the ground when she walks.

The night of the full moon. Tonight is the night. I'm so glad they got everything done that they had planned to do. Selene really did pick the very best wolves to be her saviors. Both Lunas have been in labor for the better part of the day. They just keep ignoring it because they know exactly when it is time. I found the perfect place to perform the births deep in the woods in a wide-open clearing. Looking up at the darkening sky, I sighed. The moon will be framed by treetops at its peak. I sat there meditating on the scene that will unfold in a matter of hours.

Larissa recognized that unique profile picture at once. The background was an endless night sky. There was a golden crescent moon in the middle of it with bright stars nearby. This was Aster's art homework from last week. According to him, the name of this painting was called "Mommy and Me." Larissa was like the gentle moon that was always by the little stars' sides. Larissa thought that the person who liked her post was Aster. Just as she was amazed by his speed, she was greeted by Kevan's name when she tapped into the notifications tab.

No one moved in their seats to challenge the most powerful man in the pack. “Good,” he said, nodding pleasantly. “The meeting is adjourned.” We were halfway down the corridor when Nirvana caught a whiff of danger from the moon. It had risen fully now, swollen and red, staining the marble floors with blood colored light. The blood moon… “The blood moon?” I wondered why there was one when it wasn’t yet the time of the month. Rozen stopped so fast I nearly collided with his back. “Do you feel that?” I asked when I felt the energy shift instantly.

And as the sound filled the air, I saw something incredible. The moon began to change, its shape shifting until it was no longer a circle, but a crescent, a symbol of protection and power. And then, from the center of the crescent, a light emerged. It was pure and brilliant, filling the night sky with its radiance. The enemy faltered, their advance halted by this sudden and unexpected sight. They looked up, their eyes wide with fear and awe.

You kept me hidden. Drawn from the back:him shielding her,his body turned just enough to block every angle. Card10: Moon Visual.You came with me.I was so happy that day. A soft,dreamy sketch of the suspended moon and two small silhouettes beneath it. Card11: Mobius ring.Our rings. A delicate line drawing of two intertwined bands.No beginning.No end. Adrian’s fingers lingered on the last card longer than the others. Then,slowly,he lifted his gaze.

The wax melted slowly, dripping in a thick, fragrant puddle onto the center fold of the parchment. Before the wax could cool and harden, Aria took the heavy silver stamp resting on the corner of her desk. It bore the new, official crest of Moonrise, the same emblem Silas had carved into the Stone of Vows at the summit. A crescent moon, gently cradling a blooming winter-rose. She pressed the cold silver firmly into the hot wax. The crest settled perfectly into the green pool, leaving a crisp, permanent impression.

I smiled at them and tipped them an imaginary hat and they cheered for me. I cruised to a halt and jumped down from the car before grabbing my backpack and retrieving the Moon Phoenix. It glowed through the foil and I turned to look at the sunset, taking how beautiful it was against the skies. It was the reason for this glow. I unwrapped the Moon Phoenix and lifted it into the skies, towards the direction of the sunset and it let out a glow this time, it took the color of the sunset. Fiery orange, yellow, an almost red tinge, pink and purple. It let out its light, casting an ethereal glow around me.