Mooncake Stories Novels & Stories

The two pills were in the shape of a full moon and it reminded him of the story Nathan had once shared when they were still a child. “Hey. Have you ever heard a story called ‘Moon Lovers’?” A child-like voice rang into his ears. Chris turned around before shaking his head innocently, “What is it about? That ‘Moon Lovers’ story?” Five-year-old Nathan grinned before he pulled out a picture book from his bag and flipped open the page, “The story was about the moon and a normal man.” The picture book had a drawing of a full moon shining brightly on the sky with an unnamed man standing directly below the full moon with a smile.

He held up the package in his hands, “And this is a mooncake. They have a long history in this kingdom, and in my family.” I couldn’t pull myself away from his eyes, not when they traced over my face, studying my every reaction. I had to force myself to look down as he peeled back the sparkling paper, sending it careening into a bin with a nod of his head. It was a pastry, but one I hadn’t seen before. I was certain I hadn’t tried it during my time in Iridian. “You can only get them here, during the festival of Night.” He explained, again maneuvering us away from the crowd, which had once again begun to surge and grow around the booth we had visited.

he said, taking another bite. "You didn't answer my question," Emily reminded him. Lowell gave her a smile before answering. "Red mooncakes are a symbol of eternal bond between two people." "Oh, then I guess you're going to propose to me all over again," Emily said, giggling. Lowell shook his head. ■■■■

Maria frowned for a moment, “Actually it was in that same book that I read another story. It is rumoured that somewhere on the earth exists a moonstone so powerful it is believed to have fallen from the moon itself as a gift from the Moon Mother. It is said whoever wields that stone will be blessed with the wisdom and power of the Moon over the Earth.” “Do they look different?” Luna Yasmin asked. “It has been said that the stone is as alive as the moon itself.” She revealed with a look of excitement and mystery on her face leaving us all wondering.

I know that sounds a bit childish but after the day I had yesterday I thought I deserved that few seconds of release. I started to wonder last night before bed if the Moon Goddess was punishing me for something I did, but I thought long and hard and couldn’t come up with one thing that would cause her to punish me. I also tried to remember all the stories my mother had told me about the white wolves when I was a child. The stories my mother would tell me seemed more like a fairy tale bedtime story nothing that was a real-life story.

"I know, that's because my wife is a Bakunawa, and that's the only way to stop her from being too mute and staring like a zombie." "Okay…. I don't stare like a zombie. What's Bakunawa? Is it perhaps a god or something." "I'll tell you a story to keep you company," he said and picked up a book from the table before climbing up the bed and tapping a space beside him for her to sit. They were now cuddled together on the bed, before he flipped the pages of the book open and began reading out a story for her. Title of the story: THE SEVEN MOONS

"Okay, but it's not night yet." "It doesn't have to be, you seem to be having a hard time anyway." I climb on top the bed and wait for her as she moves from the comfort of the couch to the bed, sitting right by my side she said, "have you ever heard of the 'Lune of the moon', I guess not since I never told you this story. Well the Lune of the Moon is the brother of our Luna. Start sleeping cause it's gonna be a long story." A story of Lune huh. I thought that could be Lune, but Lune was a Star not a god, isn't he?

"By showing he's willing to work hard. To contribute. To be part of a community." "Oh." Ana thought about this. "Is he going to stay?" "For fifty days." "That's a long time." "Yes. It is." Thomas ran up. "Inka, can you tell us a story?" "What kind of story?" "About the Moon Goddess!" I settled the children around me and started telling them about the Moon Goddess creating werewolves. About her choosing certain bloodlines to carry special gifts. About descendants like us. Hunter had stopped working. Was watching from the garden.

I would give her the moon if she asked me. That thought reminded me of a story my first mate told me when we were newly mated. The wolf was in love with a human and she told him she would become his if he gave her the moon. He searched the world and found a lake where the moon was huge and touched the water. The wolf told the moon about his love, but the moon just laughed at him and disappeared when the day broke. The second night when the moon appeared just above the lake, the wolf pleaded with him, but the moon just laughed at him and disappeared as soon as day broke. On the third night, the wolf was ready for the moon. He had spent the entire day setting a trap and when the moon started t

Evelyn's expression turned serious, and she leaned in close. "The Lunar Curse is an ancient legend, it's said to affect the lunar pack, causing them to...change during the full moon." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to Evelyn's words. How come i was so unaware of it. Sure i heard some stories about it but i did not know it was this dangerous. "Change? What do you mean?" Evelyn hesitated, glancing around the kitchen as if she feared being overheard. "I shouldn't be telling you this,and I think you have a right to know. The Lunar Curse is said to bring out the...beast in those who are afflicted. They lose control, becoming violent and unpredictable."