Novel & Cerita Moonlight Sonata Detective Conan

“Is that even possible? Moon flowers need direct sunlight, don’t they?” “They’re called Honey Moon Mousse,” Dante explained gently, his massive frame surprisingly patient. “A dessert?” Lily tilted her head, utterly confused. Dante sighed, a rare sound of patience from the Lycan General, and plucked several stems. He held one out to her, his large paw moving with unexpected care. “Eat one. Trust me.” I watched through his eyes, stunned. This was the same ruthless Commander who spoke to no one in anything softer than a snarl. Now he sounded almost tender, coaxing her like something precious he feared might shatter.

I don't care if you both are destined to be together, you won't have anything to do with her, " the woman said, leaving the room. "I am Finn Nightshade, Alpha of Moonfield Pack. '' my handsome saviour introduced himself, stretching out his hands for a handshake. I was certain that I knew about this Pack, it was rumoured to be the most powerful and peaceful pack. "I am Elara Anderson, " I said. "Of which pack?" I heard Finn ask. "I am from the Shadowfang pack, " I said. "So you have a pack but why do you smell like a rogue? " he asked.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

Conrad POV I watch as Lewana seems to fade from the event. At first, I thought she was just tired, but when she didn't respond to me, I knew something was wrong. I thought she was staring out at the crowd, but then realised her gaze was fixed solely on the moon. "Moonlight. Speak to me, Moonlight. What's wrong? You're scaring me". She didn't register my voice or my touch. She just kept staring. "Something is happening".

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

With a bored sigh, I fished it out and then placed it on my ear, my eyes never leaving her face. “Speak.” My hand reached out to cup her cheek. I traced the ridges and lines of her face, my thumb caressing the soft skin and stopping at the seam of her lips. I pressed harder on it. Temptations throttled inside of me when her lips parted slightly, and then sucked my tongue into her mouth. I was expecting her to bite it, but her tongue swirled around my thumb, sending a foreign sensation up my groin. “We found who Kaizen has been working with.” Conan’s voice filled the tiny device, and I nodded as though he could see me.

The night market outside was silent now, the hidden world retreating until the next sunset. Conor was the first to move, pulling out of Desirée with a soft sigh and shifting to lie between them, an arm around each. He pressed a kiss to Desirée’s temple, then to Kaida’s. Kaida traced a finger through the cooling sweat on Conor’s chest. “The Blood Moon vintage was a success. We should make more.” Desirée laughed, a low, husky, utterly contented sound. She curled into Conor’s heat, her leg thrown over Kaida’s cool one. “We just did.”

Conan barged in before I made it close enough. "We're under attack, Luna," he said in a calm but terror-filled voice. "The Autumn Moon has invaded!"

Conan fingered that mirror shard as if it held some dark confession. “That shard… if he used it for scrying, we’ll find threads of whatever’s in his mind,” Conan explained, cold logic slicing the tension. I followed him with a hollow hope. At dusk, I found Jonathan kneeling in front of a mirror in his cell. Light from a torch glinted unnaturally across his sunken face. “You were mine first,” he hissed, leaning so close to the glass I almost saw his reflection glitch,like someone else flickered beside him. His breath fogged the surface.