Moonlight Whisper Zara Novels & Stories

The other part was the real basement which was below the ground. Dara’s room window opened to the garden which was at the back of the house. It was a big garden. Cold wind blew and the moon looked beautiful than anything. She put her ear phones on and played hers and Wade’s favorite song. She sang softly with the song and watched the moon as it shined. “O for I can’t help falling in love with you!” she sang. After the song finished, she thought to go to her bed and get some sleep as she was feeling tired and sleepy now.

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ LUCAS. A warm smile tugged on my lips the moment Katarina ascended to the stage with Sofia and Celeste. She had a rose gold strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline that perfectly accentuated her collarbones. All of them looked beautiful, like goddesses, but I knew in my heart that in a room full of beautiful females, no one could beat my Luna.

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he replies. "Now, come and tell me about your walk into the woods," my mother says, drawing my attention. I release my father from the hug and step aside for him to walk into their room. "I see you met Zara," she adds. I look at her shocked. "How did you know?" She points to my right wrist. "Zara makes the most beautiful bracelets," she replies. She rolls the right-hand sleeve of her dress to reveal the same golden bracelet. "She's really nice," I say. My mother smiles and walks to the couch. She takes her seat and pats on the space beside her. "I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies."

She looked like a Cheshire cat. The sudden hush of the hall lasts only for a second before it is covered with a sudden influx of murmuring, my jaw falls flat as I catch a glimpse of Mondrian. Zara seemed to notice his presence too as her smile grew wider. “What did you do, Zara” I gasped, my shock evident in my tone. She giggled, leaning towards me in a conspiratorial whisper, “Hypothetically I might have let it loose to one of the guards that the future Luna was having dinner and hypothetically of course would love to see her mate’s face.”

“We need to retrieve the Moonstone Amulet and get out of town before Gabriel’s men find us.” As we made our way to the hidden compartment beneath the floorboards, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every creak and groan of the old house seemed amplified in the silence, each one making my heart pound faster. Nathanial pried up the loose floorboard, revealing the amulet nestled within. Its soft, eerie glow filled the room, casting shadows that danced like ghosts on the walls. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the cool metal, and a shiver ran through me. This small object held so much power, so much potential for both good and evil.

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

Disturbed by the sunlight she scrunches her nose and turns on her back, slowly opening her eyes. Zara gets up stretching her arms and looks around the room. The emptiness of the room and bed beside her beside makes her feel lonely again. It has been so many days but she still misses Charlotte, especially today as it’s a big day for her. It’s the day of performace. Zara pulls off the duvet and gets off the bed, she grabs her clothes for the day and walks into the bathroom for her daily routine. After 15 minutes she steps out of the bathroom and moves towards her dressing table. Today she has opted to style her hair into a French knot. When all ready, she gives herself a final look and picks u

The moonstone pendant around her neck caught the lamplight, throwing silver glimmers across her cheekbones. “You’re blushing,” she teased, reaching out to flick a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent shivers down my spine. “I was just manifesting, Zara. Don’t look so scared.” “Manifesting?” I managed to croak out, my voice cracking embarrassingly. My hands clenched around my books so tightly that the sharp corners dug crescent dents into my palms. She chuckled softly, the sound like warm syrup slipping through the silence. “You know… just imagining things out loud. Like, imagine if he actually liked you.”