Moondrop Costumes Novels & Stories

Just as we were throwing claws, blood filling our clothes as they tore through, Moon came down running towards me and like a golden opportunity to tame me, she grabbed Moon and used her as cover holding her sharp claws close to her throat, I shifted back into a human form, "Let her go?" I demanded with pleading eyes. She pulled her along, throwing her claws into the air and about to smash them against her skin, the light in the room went off and everyone became bothered, that was strange, but not eerily similar to her bring slaughtered, gifted by the moon goddess, I was at a huge advantage, I quickly snapped Moon out of her hand, and darted for the door, like as fast as my leg could take me

Cynthia kept gazing at the stars from the window of the car . " When i was a kid i used to wonder why this moon always keeps moving with me ...how idiot i was i used to think the moon was following me i could see it everywhere i used to go ." exclaimed Damon giggling . " Maybe the moon princess was obsessed with you ." said Cynthia . " Huh .." said Damon softly laughing . " What if she is ." said Cynthia . " Oh come on...we are destined enemies why would she like me ...she would be hating me and plotting my murder " said Damon .

I knew my mom would understand, I never liked to wear ties. I wondered what Moon would wear. She told me one of the omegas, named Amy, had helped her get some clothes. I should remember to thank her. The funeral would start after lunch. I walked down to the lunchroom, and I could already smell Moon’s scent. She smiled up at me from the table, looking beautiful in a black dress. It had see-through sleeves and a square neckline. It was simple, but classy. Like the perfect Luna. Ronin laughed, “don’t let her hear that.”

I’d never worn anything like it definitely not back in my tiny apartment, or even since I’d come here. “You're Luna now. You don’t have to like it, you just have to look like you belong in it.” I sighed and pulled the dress over my head. The fabric slid over my skin like water, settling against my curves in a way that made me feel both powerful and exposed. I tugged at the hem, then peeked through the curtain. “Are you sure they’re going to expect this level of… sparkle?” Celia didn’t even blink. “Trust me. If anything, this is mild. The Silver Moon Luna once wore a gown made entirely of crystals. She couldn’t even sit down. Now open up and let me see.”

"Okay. Okay, listen to me. I believe you. I’ll gather a small group of guards I know we can actually trust and position them around the perimeter. In the meantime, you lay low. Don't be a hero." "I'm not leaving, Bellamy. I need to be there," I insisted. He looked like he wanted to argue, but he knew me better than that. "Fine. If you're staying, blend in." By the next evening, I was packed into a stiff, oversized maid costume, the scratchy fabric of the collar digging into my neck. The packhouse was entirely alive with tension and expensive perfume. Unlike humans, our kind usually held weddings at night, allowing the pure moonlight to witness the binding of the souls under the eyes of the M

I took a deep breath. It was time. The veil was drawn aside. I walked out slowly, draped in a gown the color of moonlight, fit for a queen. It was embroidered with moonstones that glittered in the temple light. My hair was swept up in an intricate style, topped with the Moon Goddess's crown. Around my neck was the golden choker that symbolized ultimate power. Gasps rippled through the hall. "Impossible…" "How could she be…" "This can't be!" I walked to Kael's side.

“Luna? What do you think?” I turned at Leah’s voice and smiled when I saw the dress that she was holding up. It was one of the seven main traditional dresses that the queens of the crimson moon wore. I know because the queen mother already told me about the seven of them and what occasion they were worn for. Of course, there were plenty of other attires but those seven stand out because they were worn on seven different occasions and the dress Leah lifted up was a dress worn to celebrate victory which was the perfect dress for the event that was about to take place. I can’t wear the mourning dress because we won’t be mourning the demise of Sean and his son but we will be celebrating. The cel

Their duty was to keep the prisoners from leaving this cursed land. Nevertheless, to get inside, the souls would first need to be dragged across the ancient tree. The tree of Moonland. The head of the Sandjiin would receive the spirits from the outside and then guide them to the other side of the Land. To compensate the leader for the journey, the spirits must have a medallion coin. Those who could not pay, or who were not descendants of the Moon, were turned away. Though the spirits of the prisoners in the wasteland were unaware of the activities of the living. Once inside, they did not continue to grow and it froze their psyche. Also, it was believed that time doesn't exist here.

I was going to do anything to remain in the pack by winning the Alpha, even if it meant someone was going to go to the grave for that course. "I don't care." I muttered aloud. Immediately, I plopped down on the bed and everything turned blur. Suddenly, I felt someone tapping me, the last time I checked I was the only one in my bedroom chamber. "Who...?" I stopped talking when I caught sight of the Moon Goddess. Her white dress was sparkling so bright that my eyes can't behold, I had to shut them off. "My Lord." I fell down to my knees still looking confused. What was going on?

I don't have time for a mate. "Welcome everyone to our Red Moon Festival. Please make yourselves comfortable. The run will start in approximately 10 minutes! We will meet back here after the run and announce any mated couples should you be so lucky to find the other half of your soul bestowed upon you by the Moon Goddess herself! Let's have a fun run everyone!" I finish speaking loudly to the giant crowd as I meet the other Alpha's and Luna at the bottom of the stairs.