Moonlit Breeze Novels & Stories

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

, I say pouting as I circle King Martin. “Anyway, dont bother to waste such expensive silk on them, I dont need the presence of people that do not respect others” —------------------------------------------------------------- I look at the crescent moon that shines in the sky, as it mischievously hides under the drapes of the clouds, to expose the twinkle of the stars that surround them. The wind blows soft, playing with the leaves of the trees, rustling them to create a piece of music for the creatures of the night, and I bask in the warmth that follows the serene picture before me. I close my eyes, letting the wind play with the stray ends of my hairs, letting them tickle me on the bare sk

I don't see a way out of this bottomless pit I have thrown myself into. “Moon Goddess, please help me. I need your guidance. I want nothing but the best for your daughter. I'm not sure if I am what is best for her. Not in this life, anyway." I gulp hard, fighting back tears as I call out into the sky. The wind takes my words away without a second thought. I close my eye, hoping against all odds, the wind has taken my words to hold an audience with the Moon Goddess. I wipe away a traitorous tear that escapes and tries to slide down my cheek. I feel the leftover moisture freeze on my skin. When I open my eye again, I feel a peculiar wind swirl around me. It is not bitter cold like the rest of

The garden shimmered beneath the soft silver hue of twilight, the last strokes of sun bowing out to the deepening night. Lights from the mansion spilled gently across the path, casting golden trails along the edges of stone, leaf, and water. The natural waterfall Arda had always admired now whispered soothingly in the background, its steady cascade sounding like a lullaby sung by the Earth itself. A breeze, cool and perfumed with the scent of wild jasmine and dew-laced roses, brushed past Arda’s cheek. Her hair danced in the wind. It felt as though the night wanted to touch her too, to press itself gently against her skin.

I looked at my hands and realized it was her crystal. “Why did you give it to me?” I asked staring at her. “I will feel better if you hold on to it,” she said and kissed my cheek. Priestess Elara who had been in the room with us, preparing all the ingredients and making sure everything was in the right order, cleared her throat loudly and said “It's about time we start, the full moon is almost here,” I looked up at the ceiling, which had an opening so I could see the clear blue sky, the moon had not arrived yet but it would be at any moment. I exhaled deeply and prepared myself.

A wedding December, the season that gave Blue-Mist its name. Winter was very much underway and instead of the common white fog you will see in every other place, there was blue mist. The mist appears like a flimsy barrier that you can only see but cannot touch. It pervaded the entire region where Blue-Mist pack is located. Thanks to having this mist instead of fogs, werewolves in this region get to move around freely more than in any other place. For werewolves, Winter is a season filled with social activities and leisure.

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo

Edeline Outside, the moon had finally risen above the treetops, casting a soft glow that filtered through the leaves, which fluttered and danced in the gentle breeze. Autumn was approaching, its presence evident in the crisp air and falling leaves. The moonlight illuminated my room with a calming, ethereal glow. I stared up at the moon, wishing for healing, hoping for strength. I needed to develop a stronger will. I pleaded silently for a solution, for a way to address all the mistakes and find a path through this painful situation.

It was full and bright, and Emilia could feel its power calling to her. "Emilia, it's time," her mom said, coming into her room. "You need to get outside." Emilia nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. She had no idea what was going to happen, but she knew that she couldn't stop it. She followed her mom outside, feeling the cool night air on her skin. The moon was shining down on her, and Emilia could feel its power coursing through her veins. As they walked into the woods, Emilia's senses became more and more acute. She could smell the trees and the animals, and she could hear the sound of running water in the distance.

The Breath of a Dying Moon The night felt unsettling. Luna was the first to notice — a subtle vibration beneath the ground, as if the earth itself was attempting to exhale through fractured lungs. The atmosphere outside the makeshift camp glimmered with a delicate, silver mist that had not been present moments earlier. It coiled around the trees, murmuring, shifting, and tugging. Even the wind had become quiet, as if it were holding its breath in expectation of something hidden.