Moondrop And Y/n Novels & Stories

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

“I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.” Elliot Calloway growled again. He was in the same class as I was. Calm, reserved, and kind, but he always followed his cousin, Drake, along. One minute he would sit with me at lunch, and the next, he would join this group to laugh at me. “No, no, I agree with Nathan!” Selene said excitedly. “The Moon Goddess can tell us who we are mated with.” “Boo-hoo,” mocked Drake. “But, well, it is better than being here. Full Moon celebration is boring.”

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

“Can I ask you something?” Lune nodded, feeling the unease growing in her stomach. “Sure, what’s up?” Maya hesitated for a second, then leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “Is it true? About you and Arlo? Are you really his mate… or…” she paused, looking around to make sure no one else was listening, “...or just his, you know, fuck mate? People are talking.” Lune’s heart skipped a beat, and she stopped in her tracks, staring at Maya in disbelief. “What?” she asked, her voice a bit too loud. “What are you talking about?”

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

A month later, Wolvent and I held our mating ceremony. It was huge—packs from everywhere showed up. Alphas came to curry favor, drawn by Suncrest's power and the strength of the Moonshade bond. Wolvent held my hand, proudly introducing me. I was now the Suncrest heir—and the Luna of Moonshade. Together, we'd united the two most dominant packs out there. A force no one could ignore. Eyes followed me everywhere—some full of awe, others dripping with envy. "Celina!" The shout cut through the party.

No sound at all except the thud of my heart slamming into my ribs. “No?" The word erupted from all seven throats at once, layered and jagged, shaking the air. I flinched, nearly tripping over a root. "Did you just refuse us?" Their faces shifted, shadows deepening. The moonlight made their eyes gleam too bright, teeth flashing sharper than before. One stepped forward, lifting her stick, pointing the crooked tip straight at me. Her voice wasn’t papery now. It was deeper. Rotten. Something that crawled beneath my skin.

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

Every moon different. Some bleed. Some rest. Some do both. Pups learn this on their 5th birthday: “Your moon will bleed. That’s okay. Your moon will rest. That’s okay. Your moon will do both. That’s okay. Just never let it go gray from not choosing.” On Luna’s hill, 5 stones now: WE BLEED TOGETHER WE CHOOSE ANYWAY WE REMEMBER WE CHOOSE FOREVER WE CHOOSE BOTH A pup stands there. Age 8. Name unknown.