Moonlit Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

“You’re smart, you’re incredibly beautiful, you’re powerful, you’re compassionate, your caring, you’re loving, you’re protective ...” “That’s a lot of adjectives to describe a woman you barely know,” I interrupt. I don’t like the way my body is responding to his touch or his words. Benedict is not for me. There’s no way the Moon Goddess would punish him by mating him to someone who should have been a white wolf but isn’t.

BLOOM’S POV As the moon festival began, the Pack was illuminated by the moon. Celestial orbs cast their glowing beams upon the surroundings. Captivating sights shimmered and came alive under their ethereal touches. Lanterns floated gracefully, illuminating the darkness with their tender radiance. The stars sparkled and twinkled in harmony, and fireflies danced in the air, casting mesmerizing glows upon the atmosphere.

The palace seemed to merge seamlessly with the moon's natural beauty as if it were a part of the celestial body itself. The architecture was a mesmerizing blend of elegance and otherworldly grace. Tall, slender spires reached towards the starry expanse above, their crystalline surfaces reflecting the twinkling stars and the soft radiance of the moon. The palace was adorned with intricate patterns of silver and sapphire, evoking the celestial motifs of the night sky. As Lady Dyare and the three supremes stepped inside, they were greeted by an otherworldly ambiance. The interior of the Moon Palace was just as enchanting as its exterior. The walls appeared to be made of moonlight itself, castin

Too clean, too polished, too sharp. I stood at the crest of the ridge, overlooking the town as dusk began to fall. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the forest, turning the sky a burnt orange. The familiar pull of the moon thrummed beneath my skin, not strong enough to force the change, but enough to make my muscles tighten and my senses sharpen. The full moon was coming, only days away, and with it, the hunger that lived in every bone of my body. The air around me was heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the slow decay of autumn leaves. But underneath it all, I could still smell her. New blood. New curiosity.

He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

"So, what does all of this mean? Will I turn into a wolf every night? Will I start attacking people?" "No, you will not transform into a wolf every night. Only with the full moon will you be compelled to transform. You can control it at any moment. And, no, you're not going to attack individuals any more than you already have. You're still essentially the same person you were before. However, there are distinctions." "Such as?” He stood up and began to pace. "We are resistant to sickness and illness. We heal rapidly. Your body temperature will rise somewhat, and your metabolism will accelerate significantly."

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Night had already deceased upon the Pack, and it would seemingly be a cold night. Judging from the heavy gusts of wind, and the presence of large thunderclouds - she couldn't even see the moon. It was strange and unsettling. This was the eve of the Mating Ceremony yet the moon wasn't In sight? Something terrible was going on , somewhere within the Nation, and Marianna could only wonder what. Hurriedly, she dragged her luggage which contained her essentials to the doorstep. The penthouse was actually her grandmother's, and since Marianna herself hardly visited the Pack, it was rather unkept.