Novel & Cerita Moonlight Glass

I said and took a pen to sign the contract. "So doctor Isabella I suggest you move by this evening in the Moonlight mansion," he said smiling widely at me. Why was everything named moonlight? Do people there like the night moon or what? "Okay" "Perfect be there by 6 pm ". ———————————————— I was standing in front of a big white mansion. It has a beautiful green garden with a lot of different flowers. As I was looking at flowers, the black SUV approached near me. A man in a navy blue suit came out of the car. I recognize him as Mr. Velkov. Yeah, I can't deny moonlight's manager is hot. His jaw is perfectly fit and he seems more like a hot CEO than a manager.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

Joanne’s POV The palace glittered beneath the silver glow of the moon. Lanterns carved with delicate crescent patterns floated in the air, shedding soft light that shimmered off marble pillars. The gardens had been transformed into a dreamscape of silver and sapphire, vines wound with fairy lights, fountains spelling crystal water that caught the moon’s reflection through the moonroof. Tonight was the Moonlit Masque, the most celebrated vampire ball of the season. Every noble vampire in the realm attended, cloaked in silk and velvet, their faces hidden behind their masks, which were fashioned like stars and shadows.

Her tone was gentle, but the way she looked at me was arrogant. There was no way I would have invited her to come. Luther reached over to help load her luggage onto the train, but the conductor stopped him with an apologetic expression. "Sir, there's only one first-class seat remaining." The Moonlight Express offered full-service immersive scenic touring, and it was exactly the honeymoon experience I had always wanted. It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much.

Bringing up a bargain with the moon goddess is something I don't think normal people did, but I was willing to try my luck and see where this got me when it looked as though I would never get a response from her, my feet moved in the direction of the wine cellar in my office. I sat on the couch and brought out the strongest wine in the cellar ‘one-time poison’, I read the name out and I chuckled, the only wine that can get a Lycan drunk, I have to take up to seven to eight glasses before I can get drunk on it, I started chugging down the wine and I felt the sweet-sour taste at the back of my throat before I knew it, I had finished eight glasses and I couldn't see straight anymore, my vision

Questions of how the Alpha can hold an event with what is ongoing have reached my ears. I pick up the glass cup on the table, raising it to toast, speaking in a dialect that only the Blood Moon pack understands, "I understand the current situation, the death of those witches won't be overlooked, but for the moment, I hope that we can all merry tonight and plot tomorrow." They all nod, and even if they look troubled, I can see the glimmer of hope in their eyes as I continue to speak in our tongues, "Our Luna today is not just our Luna but she is my mate," I announce as murmurs erupt in the hall.

Shiloh said handing him a Dark Moon bag. “I don’t have any glasses.” He admitted as he took the bag. “I brought those, too.” She blushed. “A housewarming gift.” “Thanks.” He said taking the bag into the kitchen. The girls each had one of Shiloh’s hands and were talking a mile a minute. Opening the bag, he found two bottles, already chilled, and four wine glasses in individual boxes. The first glass he pulled out was a crystal goblet with a pewter devil. The goblet sat on the pitchfork and the tail wrapped around it keeping it in place. There was a mate to it with a female devil.

Deciding that I wouldn’t let Dad ruin tonight for me, I smiled at her and grabbed the glass from her hand, taking a sip of what people in blood moon called Midnight Moon, this region’s most popular drink that got every monster drunk in one glass. “You don’t think this is a bit too strong for a human?” I asked, scrunching my nose at the bitter taste. Dad had only let me drink sweet white wine these past few years. This brew was stronger than any other alcohol. “You’ll get used to it,”Anna said. After forcing myself to take another sip, I relaxed my shoulders and blew out a deep breath, as if it would push away all my troubles. I scanned the room, trying to spot anyone relatively familiar to m