Moonlight Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

The moon, now a mere sliver in the night sky, seemed to cast its light on the tangled threads of her desires. As the night retreated, Chloe grappled with the realization that she wanted both Caleb and Jonas. The stark contrast between Caleb's charismatic charm and Jonas's steadfast presence painted a vivid picture of the conflicting forces within her heart. The moonlit glade, stripped of its cosmic mystique, became a canvas for Chloe's desires and uncertainties. The next chapter of her extraordinary journey loomed, wrapped in the shadows of the crescent moon, leaving the tale suspended in the raw and unfiltered emotions of love and longing.

She vowed to protect her pack's autonomy, to stand tall and resolute against Adrian's perceived tyranny. Beneath the moon's watchful eye, Amelia's mind whirled with conflicting emotions—a storm of resentment and desire, anger and longing. The moon, a celestial guardian of secrets, cast its silvery light upon her, revealing the complexities of her soul. It was a beacon of hope, a reminder that amidst the darkness, there existed the possibility for love to bloom and for wounds to heal.

“Not because of the werewolf clan.” She tore open one scroll, staring at the writings detailing dark rituals, Malvior’s signature, sketches of the raid on Briarhowl. “You,” she murmured. “You burned our home. You sewed hatred into my tongue.” “General Coren Moonveil… Luna Lyara… are they my family?” Her scream shattered the already cracked sky. She ran—not toward safety, but toward the enemy. The black wizards in the distance were startled, then laughed. Almost simultaneously, they stopped laughing.

The third dose felt like lava in my veins. This time, the pain nearly tore my soul to shreds. But I didn’t care anymore. The memory illusion appeared again. One year ago, on the top-floor garden, bathed in moonlight. Lachlan was on one knee before me, holding the Moonstone necklace. "Anya, be my Luna," he breathed, his eyes shining. "Let me spend the rest of my life loving you." The necklace glittered like a fallen constellation.

Moon blood. “Mama,” her voice whispered in my head. “Move.” I didn’t question it. I rolled away. Darius roared and leapt clear. Kade dragged Elias back with his good arm. The sanctum changed. The red light died. The heat vanished. Cold, clean moonlight poured through the crack in the roof, and it gathered in the center of the room. Not from me. From her. Lycan Princess. The strongest of us. The thing felt it. It tried to retreat, to sink back into the crack, but the moonlight had frozen it in place.

Which did not help his aching heart. He watched a bunch of videos showing the phenomenon last night. It was clear how the moon got closer, grew bigger, and then suddenly became perfect. A lot of comments were about the moon giving them hope. He scoffed, reading a comment that was basically a story made up about a woman on the moon trying to find her lover who was stuck on earth. As the lovers were made to exist in two different realms, the moon can only be complete whenever they are together, which is not as often as they wish. However, last night, the woman in the moon was extremely sad; she had to go to extreme measures just to find him and complete herself. It was tough to read through it

Unexpectedly, she didn’t react that way, she only sighed and grabbed my hands. “Moonlight Shadows is very complicated and I’m afraid yours would be much more complicated” “What do you mean, Mother?” My brows scrunched up in confusion as I tried to comprehend what she said “What do you feel around Gabriel?” She asked and my eyes widened the size of saucers under her scrutinising gaze. What does she mean? Wouldn’t I be embarrassing myself by telling her these things? What would she think of me? “Do I really have to tell you that, Mother?” I asked, blush creeping onto my face as I felt slightly embarrassed.

As she read it, her eyes became bigger. I took the book from her and flipped through it some more. I handed it back to her, and she studied the picture on the page. “You have a scar that looks like this,” she informed me as if I didn’t know. It was cute. I nodded. I watched as they read over that section. She would look up and study me every now and then. It was as if she was trying to see what they were talking about. She wanted to understand what they were describing. Her eyes grew large, and I knew she’d made it to the last part. The moon cannot function without the sun. It does not shine. It cannot withstand all that is forced at it. It may not manipulate the waters. It cannot do anythin