Moonlit Breeze Novels & Stories

The moon graced the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth. She leaned against the tree one leg up on the branch and the other was swinging in the air. She took down her black neck sleeve and her hood. Her hazel brown eyes were shining in the moonlight. She leaned her head backwards and felt the cool breeze touching her face. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze. The breeze came with that sense of balance, the wisdom to move yet at a steady calm pace.

Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound. Mom used to read it to me as a bedtime story. It was said that Moon Goddess would appear at a spring. Those who were lucky enough to witness it would be given a vision about their destined partner of life. The tale was popular around kids and teenagers that they would bring anything to any spring they could find for a chance to know their mates. “Sure, I do,” I replied. “Why? I thought you didn’t believe it.” “Yeah, but I think it’s just nice to know who we will end up with in the future, right?” He chuckled. “But, I never really care about that. If I ever meet her, I would just ask for a wish.”

Like throwing stilettos on the silky pitch-black sky, the silvery glimmers of the moon pierced and shrouded across the sky. It’s eerie, the wind, the woods, and the ocean altogether. No one, not a single soul is out at that misty midnight. The howling sound of the night creatures heard in the distance and the oozing breeze frosting all the flowers that are spreading the drowsy fragrance for the night and as if they couldn’t bear the cold the flowers were dangling while waiting for the sun to rise up.

Both mothers are totally different and I thank god as he gave me a good mother in law. Keeping the novel aside, I stood on my toes and decided to go to garden as I felt bore in simply sitting in the room. As I stepped out, the cool breeze caressed my skin making me shiver. I love morning breeze especially after raining. I rubbed my both palms and placed them on my face making the heat to radiate my skin. I was busy in caressing the flowers when I heard Roshni's voice near the wall. I tip toed towards the corner and carefully listened her talks.

Hilda then headed outside to feel the breeze since she was not sleepy. It was some time during midnight when she walked toward the seaside. A cool breeze swept along the beach as she hugged her jacket closer toward her body and sat by the sea. She could feel the breezy air on her skin as she admired the peaceful scenery. Farther out in the sea, she could see the vast moon steadily glowing like it floated on the surface of the sea. So, this is the so called bright moon on the sea! "Can you see the moon from your place?"

He would literally lose it if he were to cause more harm to her right now. Verena had her eyes closed. Whenever she gets a chance to look up, she can see his worried face. His eyes were focused on what was in front of them. The trees that they passed by were countless. She can't even picture the shapes of it since everything is too blurry for her to focus on. The wind brushing on her skin was so cold, but Zoren's warmth helped a lot. The only thing she could look at without feeling the need to puke was the moon. It followed them and gave them light. It guided them.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

The moon hung low over the forest, cloaking the trees in silver light. A quiet breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it a scent that made Aria’s heart stumble in her chest. It wasn’t the crisp pine or the musky undertone of wolf fur she was used to. It was something new, something that shouldn’t have been there.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest as Kate and Elias walked side by side. Their footsteps echoed softly through the trees, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The tension that had simmered between them since their journey began had given way to a comfortable silence, a silent understanding that words could not convey.

The moon bestowed its gentle glow upon blossoms, and a cool breeze whispered through the leaves. We reached a secluded alcove adorned with intricately carved benches and surrounded by fragrant blossoms. Liam, ever the gracious host, gestured for us to sit. The moon hung low, casting its silvery sheen upon the rippling surface of a small pond adorned with floating lilies. Above, the constellations seemed to dance in celebration of our union. Liam's eyes, illuminated by the moon's gentle glow, bore into mine with a tenderness that transcended words. The garden, wrapped in the cloak of night, became a haven for whispered confessions and shared dreams.