Moonrise Novels & Stories

I smiled at them and tipped them an imaginary hat and they cheered for me. I cruised to a halt and jumped down from the car before grabbing my backpack and retrieving the Moon Phoenix. It glowed through the foil and I turned to look at the sunset, taking how beautiful it was against the skies. It was the reason for this glow. I unwrapped the Moon Phoenix and lifted it into the skies, towards the direction of the sunset and it let out a glow this time, it took the color of the sunset. Fiery orange, yellow, an almost red tinge, pink and purple. It let out its light, casting an ethereal glow around me.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

The sky turns into a blue-purple hue color as the moon takes over the sun, continuously brightening the forest. I sat down on the ground, feeling the cold for a second, then pulled my legs into a hug. I steady my eyes on the lake as it shimmers and leaves a glittering effect. The sounds of crickets and acacias chirp as they sync with the water floor. I kept my mind on things that had been happening. I usually don't visit the lake unless I need to be alone or frustrated about certain things. Even when I lived in the Blue Moon Pack, I came here. The lake is where I feel most at ease.

Marcus The moon hung low in the sky, a thin crescent barely visible through the clouds that lingered like dark secrets in the night. The rogue encampment was quiet, too quiet, as if the very earth was holding its breath. It was the calm before the storm—the calm before everything changed.

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

Ronin’s gaze was fixated on the distant horizon as he leaned on the cruise ship’s rail, soaking in the dazzling moon hanging from the black sky, so close to diving into the ocean, but not quite there yet. It was as if the moon was too terrified to take a chance at the last minute, as if realizing that if it let it go this once, it may never recover from what it would lose in that one moment of recklessness.

For now. As the room settled into silence, Arlo lay beside Lune, his head resting on the pillow, though sleep was the farthest thing from his mind. Instead, he turned slightly, his sharp eyes fixed on her face. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow over her, illuminating the soft curves of her cheeks and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

The Moonrise Festival was supposed to be a night of celebration. The entire pack had gathered in the clearing, where the soft glow of the full moon bathed everything in a silvery light. Bonfires crackled and danced, sending sparks up into the star-studded sky. Laughter and music filled the air, blending with the distant howls of wolves. Catherine stood at the edge of the gathering, her heart pounding. Tonight was the night she had dreamed of her entire life — the night she would find her mate.

"Have a seat wherever you like. I’ll drive us out a bit before we eat." He took the helm, and instead of sitting, I made my way to the front, gripping the rail and staring out over the lake as the boat began to move. The wind kissed my face and tangled my hair, lifting the sheer fabric of my gown so that it flowed behind me like a banner. The sunset spilled colors across the sky—rosy pinks fading into violets, all reflecting on the water like a living painting. If I wasn’t mistaken… tonight was the Blood Moon. A rare and sacred time of year.