Moonlight Whisper Zara Novels & Stories

Lady Zara with her long brown locks was down, brushing her bare neck and shoulders seeing she was wearing an off shoulder white dress with ruffles on the hem of her top, accentuating her small waist and its skirt that flows down to the floor. Out of all the time he get to meet her, this was the only time she look so similar, as if a doppelgänger of Evewhile wearing barely any make up and her ice blue eyes was staring at him coldly rather hypocritically along the smile she wore for him. Her pink lips was so soft and plump and the beast inside of him longs to touch it, caress it and feel it marking his skin. "You're here.." His lips didn't know what else to utters

"Are you okay now Zara." "A little bit better," Zara said, already moving toward the edge. "Still warm but better. Can we go home." She walked out of the lake ahead of me and I made the mistake of watching. The wet dress against her in the moonlight was not something I had been prepared for. The shape of her, the way the light caught her, she looked no less than the moon goddess herself. I felt my wolf surface before I could stop it and I pushed it back down with more effort than it should have taken.

This was the werewolf, and it was staring right at her. For a moment, Emma froze, unsure of what to do. But then she remembered the stories she had read about the werewolf's weakness - silver. With trembling hands, she reached into her bag and pulled out the pendant. She held it up in front of her, hoping that it would be enough to ward off the creature. To her surprise, the werewolf recoiled, its eyes widening in fear. It let out a howl of pain and disappeared into the darkness. Emma stood there for a moment, catching her breath. She knew that she had just narrowly escaped a deadly encounter.

Zara muttered, disappointed that we were the only ones at the beach in windy weather. “It’s because we are here in November.” I said, removing my shirt and eyeing the waves of the dark blue water. The sand was cold. I was glad that I had applied sunscreen and so did Zara. She looked like she would have burnt more than me. Averting my eyes from the sand to her toned waist to her perky breasts with pierced nipples covered in black bikini made the tips of my ears pink. I couldn’t even think. Her belly button, a small silver stud, glinted in the sunlight.

"There's no way I'm allowing you to go with that rake, for heaven's sake Lucia, if you should, it shouldn't be Matt of all people." "Just as it shouldn't be Fiona of all people either." He snorted and nearly choked on his saliva as he gave me a shocking look. I shrugged, rolling my eyes at him, he stabbed me first, what's his problem when I have decided to move on. My thigh-length floral dress was being brushed by the wind that blew as I walked drawing my luggage behind me. "Geez Moon," I groaned as Moon clasped her hand over my ear, "you're gonna burst damn eardrum."

Author. It was 6 in the evening when Zara wore the black party wear suit. She had straightened up her hair and kept it open. The pendant necklace with ruby stone was a gift from her mother on her last birthday. She graced it on her neck trying the knot. With some eyeliner and lipstick, she was ready to go. Pleating her dupatta on the left side of her shoulder, she sprayed some perfume and slipped her feet inside platform heels. Glancing at her own reflection she made her path out of the room.

And she didn’t know how to hold it all together anymore. ... Rina walked through the gates of Moonlight Pack like a ghost. She had made up her mind. The decision was final. She was going to switch back. Rita was right, this life wasn’t hers. It never was. She had just borrowed it or rather stolen it. And now it was time to return it. In the days leading up to the full moon, Rina poured her whole heart into everything. She kissed Rafaele every chance she got. She held his hand, leaned on his shoulder, whispered how much she loved him. They made love often, anywhere and everywhere. In the kitchen, the garden, his office, their bedroom.

The world spun violently, then started to fade at the edges. I tried to crawl out of the shallows, fingers digging into wet sand and pebbles, but my arms wouldn’t hold me. Blood trickled down my temple, warm against the freezing water. Crystal’s voice was distant now, fading. "Nova… hold on…" My vision blurred. The roar of the river grew softer, muffled, like I was sinking underwater even though I was on the bank. The last thing I saw before everything went black was the moon—bright, cold, indifferent—watching me from above the cliff I just fallen from.

Clear, sparkling water poured smoothly over the white stone cups, splashing softly into the quiet pool below. Vivian was standing right beside the marble fountain. She looked stunningly beautiful in her dark, midnight-blue silk dress. The pale moonlight caught the tiny silver crystals sewn into her gown, making her shine like a bright star against the dark night sky. Tucked safely behind her left ear, the silver Moon Whisper flower gave off its soft, magical glow.

And I have to let them. Wren nodded. Luan looked at her hands. At the grey skin. At the scars. Then I find another way. There is no other way. Then I make one. She stood up. She walked outside. The moon was high. Full in five days. She looked at the sky. I'm not letting anyone else die for me, she said. The moon did not answer. But the wolf did. It howled. And somewhere in the darkness, something howled back.