Moon Tales Novels & Stories

He was way too attentive. “What’s that?” I asked. I didn’t want to, but Moon made me. Suddenly, he took control. “Her feet,” Dad said. I narrowed my eyes and frowned my eyebrows. “The Goddess leaves unique footprints. Her footprints aren’t like the normal prints. She leaves tiny half-moons behind. And, the moons are white.” Dad said. His words embarked the end of the conversation. He had told me everything he knew. He was about to leave, but I meddled,

She looks up, and it's true. It has been rusting ever since last spring if you believe the papers, but who would still believe them nowadays? They have been lying for a year now. Except, when it comes to the moon. With its brown spots, it looks marbled. As if someone had taken it off the sky by the start of the year in order to petrify it. Like what they’ve done with life.

And we still have many challenges to face to become even stronger. A smile appeared on my lips as I savored the moment. Currently, we are all staring at the enormous moonlight. It’s very beautiful. I don’t know how Luna did it but the moon actually glows automatically when night time comes but still disappears when the day comes. It was like there was a hidden button on the moon that only Luna knows. I just shrugged my shoulders and set the thoughts aside.

Why is the moon sometimes high and sometimes large and close? I’d search it on my phone, but I’m stingy with my data at the end of the month. I need it for work. If I use the mushroom money to get us unlimited plans, I could search whatever I want whenever I want. Moon facts. New herbs to grow. I could watch videos of the shifter fights. Killian was brutal tonight. He took every bit of punishment Lochlan dished out as he waited for an opening. His face was totally intent. His eyes were pure blue. No gold. His wolf had nothing to do with it.

Orlando said. Max asked drily, "which century do you fucking live in?" "Make fun of it as much as you want but it is true," he said. "If you take the time to notice the world around you, you will see it. The Moon does not have light of its own, it reflects the light of the Sun. She glows under the light of the sun, under the direction of the Sun and the part that the Sun's rays don't touch remains dark. Moon revolves around the earth but ultimately it revolves around the Sun. It is because of the Sun that Jivan exists in the first place! God Sol is the reason Jivan exists! Even in the thousands of stories of God Sol and Goddess Luna, it was always said that God Sol ruled Jivan with an iron f

Mother Luna said On her knees there Lisa wondered what she could offer to the new moon pack, she racked her brain and could find nothing to offer these people, she didn't know their way of life, what they wanted, how their activities were run. She didn't know if they even hunt humans or hunt other animals to eat. She didn't have any idea of what she was getting in to, but she wanted Ryan for herself. He had proved that he loved her and had fought for her. Now is her turn to reciprocate the love she had for him.

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.

Shadows stretched long and bending, yet at their edges, light threaded through, silvered and deliberate, marking paths, indicating warnings, illuminating choices. The Moon appeared then, larger than life, suspended in the night sky, its surface shifting like liquid silver, the craters and ridges deepening and brightening with its rhythm. Lyra felt its gaze upon her, not cold or distant, but intimately aware, as if the Moon could read every hesitation, every flicker of doubt, every tremor of fear and hope that threaded through her. “Lyra,” the Moon’s voice hummed, a vibration that ran through bone and blood, through muscle and nerve, not heard with ears but felt with every fiber of her being,

Kai added, "but that's not it." He flipped a page in his notebook to show some scribbles that were impossible to read, with some circles on the top of the page. "They were all born on the night of full moon." That caught my attention. "That's not it, they were all murdered on the night of the full moon as well," Kai circled the circle once again in his notebook, which I assumed was the moon. "But yesterday was the full moon," I stated, thinking about hearing any recent news, "there was no murder yesterday."

Kira caught it and tucked it behind her ear. As the sun set, all the moons came out one by one. Big ones. Small ones. Red ones. Silver ones. Pink ones. Blue ones. Hundreds of lights scattered across the dark sky like diamonds. Hope pointed up with wonder. “Mama, why are there so many moons? Grandma said there used to be only one.” Luna picked her up and held her close, breathing in her baby scent. Looked at Damian. At Valen. At Elena. At Kira. At all the wolves running free below without chains.