Mooncake Stories Novels & Stories

I worked in a small restaurant in the city of Oaxaca, I was from the center, I was born precisely in the center, my parents had emigrated from a town that was very far from the city, so I was born in the city, they emigrated to have a better life when they got married and they were very young, they decided to get married as soon as possible, before they gave my mother to an old man, yes, to put it clearly, before they sold her to an old man, so they had to flee from the town and already in the city with my father's parents, they got married immediately, so that they could have a better life, they got married immediately, so that if my mom's parents found them, they couldn't do anything like

she groaned standing up and flinging her bag over her shoulder. It’s true, I have only ever heard stories of Luna Eclipse, the only all-female pack in the entire world. But the legends have been told for generations. The stories of their triumphs over their enemies and their great battles and victories, they are known worldwide. Because of their female only law, they were seen as weak by many other packs. But those of them that tried to attack Luna Eclipse were wiped out. They may be all she-wolves, but they are highly skilled and trained warriors and could stand up against any male warrior. Throughout the centuries the stories of Luna Eclipse became just that, stories. Many forgot about the

Many of them still remembered her father telling them the stories around the campfire and if nobody else bought her books, they sure as hell would! Gabriella knew that her books would sell since humans had a natural infatuation with the supernatural and she could hardly sleep when they finally went to bed in the early hours of the morning. Her mind was overflowing with ideas about which story to start with until she settled on the biggest one of them all. The story of how the moon goddess was created. Yes, that was the perfect place to start the book. She would tell the story of the moon goddess and how much she loved her werewolf children.

— Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead Time did fly. Sometimes I thought that perhaps it had wings, just like a golden snitch. It was Christmas and as always, my mom busied herself in the kitchen. She used to make Nian Gao (年糕), a Chinese New Year Cake made of glutinous rice flour and cane sugar. It was very sticky and had a caramel taste. Nian Gao was a symbol of perfect harmony and balance.

At that time, every single move of their swords would hurt their hearts deeper than it would wound their bodies. Suddenly, a cold blast rushed through. They felt it slightly cool. Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Su Lianyue suddenly said, "My sister told me a story. Once upon a time, a woman stole the elixir. Finally, she managed to fly into the palace of the moon. Since then, she could live forever without getting old. But for thousands of years after that, she stayed alone in the Moon Palace (the mythical palace in the moon). Though called the Moon Fairy, she was actually a poor woman."

“What kind of stories?” “Simple ones, Your Majesty. About forest spirits and old trees. About brave humans who tricked wild beasts to survive. About the changing seasons bringing new life to the river bank. About the moon.” “Stories about the moon,” he repeated slowly. “Yes, Your Majesty. We honored the moon for its light in the dark sky. We prayed for its protection.” I left out the part about the Blood Moon. He listened closely to every word. He looked absorbed by these small details, not like the Alpha King at all right now.

Then, everything fades. Darkness envelopes me. “Gramps, can you tell me a story?” I sit on the wooden patio stairs, a warm mug cupped in my hands. The stars glitter above us, and the breeze carries the scent of flowers and earth. These nights were rituals with my grandparents. Quiet, gentle moments. Safe moments. “Sure thing, kid,” Grandpa says, his voice gruff with affection. “Hmm... I wonder which story I should tell?” He pauses dramatically. “I know, how about the legend of the Moonborns?”

Nicholas’s POV Through the office's window, I looked outside. The aroma of grilled meats and sweet pastries instantly filled the air while the lively melody competed with the lively chatter of the pack. Long tables stretched across the training grounds, filled with goods mostly meat. Lanterns adorned with intricate paper cuttings. The Moon Festival was in full swing. It is a festival that only Lycans do to look back on the time the Moon Goddess made our kind—Lycans.

A short nap would have been possible, but Maddie's voice kept ringing out from inside the classroom. Miracle peeked through the glass lite. Surprisingly, he wasn't teaching. He was telling stories. Lyn and Kingsley leaned against the wall, not interested in what was going on in the class. However, Mr. History was talking about the very things Miracle had always wanted to know—myths. She moved her ear closer. "Have any of you heard about Long Sheng Jie?" "Long Sheng Jie? What's that?" someone asked. "Wait..." Jessamine said. "That sounds familiar. I think my mom used to tell me about it when I was a kid. If my memory serves me right, it's something about dragons."

Her voice was filled with the same wonder and curiosity she had felt when Caleb had explained the festival to her. Stephanie smiled warmly at her daughter’s enthusiasm, gently placing the book on the table beside her. “Yes, sweetie,” she replied. “I know about the Moon Festival. It’s a very important tradition for the pack. Everyone looks forward to it every year.” Kayla’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she sat down beside her mother. “Caleb told me all about it! He said there’s a big feast and games, and that the adults go on a hunt when the full moon rises.” She paused for a moment before tilting her head curiously at Stephanie. “Are you going to go on the hunt too?”