Moon Tales Novels & Stories

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.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

In this case it did but yet again how can he believe in a fairy- tale? Flipping inside he saw amazing sketches, mind blowing pieces that made him question his interest. Why does she have many sketches of the two moons? There are different pieces, the general mate bond, the circle which is extremely rare but what caused his curiosity was the one his never seen before... A triangle? Maybe he did read up on it some time the meaning now means nothing but surly it does because there is only one red moon. There are different versions, styles and colors but the moon was always constant. The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

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Lord Fuhler demanded, and at this point, the entire amusement drained from Rhode. “I understand that there cannot be two moons in the sky.” Rhode answered, the court members, Lord Fuhler especially, flinched back at this statement. Everybody knew the Luna of a pack was equivalent to the moon, and what he said could simply be interpreted in the sense that it was simply impossible for two queens to revolve around a king. “What are you talking about?” Lord Fuhler asked again, his voice deathly pale and Rhode smirked. “One moon is set to wed the sun, while the other moon faces an imminent eclipse, what moon in this case scenario would be more desperate?” He threw the question to the room, watchi

Laila asks, turning her head to peer at him, curious. “The moons,” Orion says, nodding towards the darkness of the terrace. “Not in the right spot for this question.” I snap my head to the side, peering out the window, trying to figure out where the moons are and what sort of bad configuration he’s talking about. “Ohhh,” Laila says, nodding as she, too, looks outside. But then she turns back to me. “He’s right,” she says. “I didn’t think of that, but even at home you’d only ask certain questions at certain times of the day, or month, or year.” She points upwards at the ceiling and the cosmos beyond it. “Everything has to be lined up, or else you just get gibberish.”

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.