Moonlight Garden Yuri Novels & Stories

I was surprised to see Yuri standing there and waiting for me. “Are you done?” She asked me and I nodded. “Yes I am, thank you for waiting for me.” “No worries, did you use the herbs on the Luna?” She was asking questions she didn't usually ask me. “Yes” I nodded. “I did” “You're sure you did?” I nodded, and she simply gave me a look and began to walk away without another word. What's up with Yuri and acting weird today?

It settled in a field of luminescent, silver grass under a sky dominated by two gentle, crescent moons. The hatch opened. The air was warm and smelled of honey and ozone. We stepped out, dazed, into a world that felt neither curated nor feral. It felt… considered. Standing a few yards away, her form woven from the same golden light as the ship's interior, was Lyra. She smiled, a gesture that held the warmth of a sun and the patience of a billion years. "You are safe here," she said, her voice the same gentle melody. "This is a Garden, too. But one they cannot touch. A story they are not allowed to read."

Asterleaf only showed itself in patches of moonlight, and we had to wait for the clouds to shift. The FrostMoss was trickier. It grew in patches of unnatural cold, numbing our fingers when we got close. Darien knelt and exhaled slowly. His breath fogged in the air, and the moss glowed faintly before allowing itself to be taken. Kaiza nudged me, grinning. "So, Lina, ever think you’d be stuck in a creepy garden with four handsome Alphas?" I rolled my eyes. "Focus on not killing the plants, Romeo."

“Every day, I will prove it. No excuses, no regrets. Just… love. Always love.” As night fell, a soft silver haze blanketed the garden. The moon rose, its light stronger than the stars, casting pale shadows across the fountains and walkways. Aria paused, sensing the familiar presence of the Moon Goddess. She lifted her eyes to the moonlit sky, feeling the whisper of energy threading through the night.

Hunter asked from afar and I shook my head as I tried to catch my breath why the both of us continued to pant. "The royal garden?!" We both chorused. By the time I got there, I was surprised to see Malia in the middle of the garden with my kids. "What is that?" Nolly asked. There is a light that looks like a globe that barricades the three of them causing the moon to shine brighter illuminating the whole garden as the waters become diamonds and the grass looks like a golden rug. "Wait a minute…babe…" I looked back at Hunter. "Am I the only one seeing that or you could see as well?" I asked, looking at his eyes focused on Malia.

Nana who is just watching them from the back steps out "Please take care of this garden, and this rose" "but---" "Don't worry" she smiled "Lynx and Aeriol, can you make a replica of this?" "Jai!" they said in unison After molding a replica of the rose, they gave it to Nathaniel "As the strongest and most powerful, I want you to protect this replica. Make our enemy believe this is the real one." she paused as she reaches out his hand "You are the greatest warrior and as the Priestess of the moon. I bless you to be part of me as you are part of the sun. You will share my light---"

Perhaps fresh air would clear her head. The gardens were silent this late at night. Laura wandered along stone paths, inhaling the sweet scent of night flowers. As she turned a corner, she gasped. Before her stretched a hidden garden filled with flowers she'd never seen before—blooms that only opened under moonlight, their petals a luminous blue-white that seemed to glow. "Moon lilies," came Nikolai's voice from the shadows. "They only bloom three nights each month." Laura turned to find him watching her from a stone bench. He wore a simple black shirt, open at the throat, and dark pants. His hair was tousled, as if he'd been running his hands through it.

Lydia decided to heed Blake’s advice; she couldn't let anyone see her in this dress. To her luck, there were no pack members around; they were likely on the lower ground floor preparing for the Ball. As soon as she reached the ground floor, she accelerated and dashed through the back door into the private garden. The scent of flowers flooded her senses, and she saw the eagle fountain pouring water into the well. At the end of the garden, she noticed her friend seated by the beach. “Hey!” the girl greeted as Lydia approached. “Hey, Thalia!” Lydia beamed, hugging her. “Nice to see you here!”

They pushed the soil back over the grave, packing it down firmly. Aria reached into the deep pocket of her cloak. From the medical wing, she had brought a small, damp canvas pouch. She opened it, revealing a cluster of delicate, dormant roots. It was the bulb of a Moon-lace flower—a rare, resilient plant that only bloomed in the deepest cold of winter, its petals glowing with a faint, bioluminescent silver light in the dark. Aria handed the bulb to Sienna. "Plant it," Aria murmured softly. "So he is never in the dark."

I made my way toward the kitchen, but something pulled my attention. Faint humming. A voice, soft and full of emotion. It was coming from the back garden. I walked toward the sound, following it past the glass doors and out into the night. The garden was peaceful, lit by moonlight and tiny glowing lanterns tucked between the trees. The scent of herbs and night-blooming flowers filled the air. And there, in the center of it all, kneeling by a circle of white stones, was Raya. She was whispering something in her native tongue, hands folded, face turned toward the moon.