Moondrop Costumes Novels & Stories

Arthur struggled to explain but tried to be as honest as he could. "Very well, then. Follow us to the grove over there." Aphrodite smiled and hooked her arm on the Moon Goddess' hand. The two were a sight to behold. The Moon Goddess was adorned in a sheer white gown adorned with small diamonds. Her jet black hair a contrast to her white gown and fair skin.

In no time, they adorned me in a gown befitting the occasion. Today, I was adorned in a flowing white dress that enveloped my entire being. A veil, meticulously embroidered with golden threads, cascaded elegantly from my back, adding an ethereal touch to my appearance. Around my waist, a belt adorned with shimmering jewels accentuated my slender figure. My ebony tresses were adorned with delicate white blossoms and twinkling diamonds, enhancing my natural beauty. Clad entirely in white, I took a deep breath, my heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The weight of my impending role as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack bore down upon me, filling me with a sense of nervou

I was tagged the strict and ‘no mercy’ alpha but I did not care, as long as people feared me, whatever floats their boats is what they can call me. They wouldn’t dare disrespect me. The royalties of the Crescent pack are direct descendants of the first werewolves and every pack member must partake in the moon fall ceremony where a blood oath is renewed among all pack members. That way, we all share the same blood and strengthen our bond with the moon goddess.

Dawn of the full moon ceremony arrived with expectation hanging in the air. I watched the sun rise from my window, mentally preparing for what lay ahead. Today would be pivotal—for me, for Raymond, for the entire pack. I could feel it in my bones. I prepared meticulously, knowing all eyes would be watching my performance as Luna. Beneath my ceremonial robes—midnight blue with silver embroidery depicting moon phases—I wore Kane's protective clothing, with the silver dagger secured against my thigh and my special cane within reach. I styled my hair to leave the silver crescent visible, a deliberate statement that would fuel whispers already spreading through the pack.

The full moon blazed low in the sky, glowing like a silver predator's eye watching everyone below. Music pounded through the forest, and warm lights danced in the air. Laughter, howls, and drum beats devoured the night. It was the Moon Festival a time when packs from different lands gathered to dance, drink, and shatter the rules for just one night. Elara stood at the edge of it all. She wore a deep red cloak that shadowed her face, her hood hiding most of her hair. Her heart hammered too fast. Her hands trembled inside the long sleeves.

I turned around and the fresh mark on my back was circled by a red ring of irritated flesh, but also sat in an uninterrupted view of anyone who wanted to see it. “Ugh, I can’t believe he bit you again. And on the day of your birthday, Luna, Goddess party, thing. What are we calling this party again?” Nat asked eyeing the new mark on my back. She was wearing a strapless royal blue high low dress that accentuated her chest and clung to her slim waist. Her hair was braided over her shoulder and her jewellery and makeup was simple and classy. “No, I love it” I replied gazing at my myself some more.

and she flicked my forehead. An image of two people came into my head, a male and a female. They were trying to sell me to someone or rather something, I couldn’t see who but it was wearing a black cloak. The images in my head flickered around jumping to one of me tearing the same two people apart limb from limb with teeth and claws. The only difference was the person i was witnessing had eyes blacker than the abyss. The image shocked me I can’t believe I was capable of something as horrendous as that. The Moon Goddess bent down and picked some poppies “The colour of our hair” and she threaded one into my hair, resting on my ear before moving away.

“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.”

I shrug, sucking gently on his earlobe. "So? What do you care?" I whisper in his ear. I feel one of his arms reach behind me and wrap around my lower back. He pulls me tightly against his body, shoving my face in his chest with his free hand. I'm forced to stop for a moment and listen to him. "A MoonDrop is made of waters from a pool constantly bathed in moonlight and absinthe. They are very, very strong. How many did you have?" I try and think, but all I can focus on is how good he smells.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”