Moonscar Island Novels & Stories

A stone archway stands at its center, carved with symbols that mirror the twins’ glow. “Inside,” Ryland orders, shifting back to human form. Blood streaks his chest, but his gaze is steel. You hesitate. “What if it’s a trap?” “It’s not.” Selene steps forward, her silver eyes wide. “The moon lady says… *home*.” The ground shakes. Marus’s roar splits the night. You shove the twins through the archway. --- The sanctuary is alive. Bioluminescent vines pulse with soft light, their glow reflecting off walls etched with ancient scenes—wolves bowing to a crescent moon, twin flames igniting a throne. Silas traces the carvings, his fingers trembling.

Alrael never forgot his responsibilities, but I had to do something to brush off the tensed atmosphere. "I haven’t forgotten," he murmured. His gaze flicked briefly toward the window, where Mount Piton loomed in the distance, its jagged peaks rising like a protective barrier around Moon City. The mountain stood at the heart of the island, surrounded by the four villages: Gibbous, Crescent, Quarter, and the hidden Lúa Nova.

it's nice to see all of you here together, usually, not everyone is seen all time. ''You are speaking truth Mr, Stuart, how's your business going?" Fred asked holding a polite smile but the other three still holding their poker face on Brandon. After a while, one black Jaguar pulled up in front of the banquet. Two beautiful women got out of that car and make their seductive entry to the banquet. If you wandered your eyes you can see jaw-dropping men in every corner of this banquet hall. Seeing these two goddesses Don Marquis came to welcome them, "Miss Cyrus welcome to this banquet, you look beautiful Laila politely smiled at him, " Thank you Mr. Marcus you looked dashing too."

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full, the night thick with anticipation for what was to come. Tomorrow, they would march on Sakura Heiei, a mission to rescue Johnson, Isagani, and the others who had been captured. Alice knew she had to be ready—her powers of vision, psychometry, and telepathy were their key to survival. But controlling them in this era had always been a struggle, and tonight was her last chance to master them before the dangerous mission.

I followed the path, and soon it spilled out onto the Standing Stones. Seven stones stood in a circle, and mosaic tiles had been set in a circular fashion to the center, where the image of the Moon Goddess was etched on the center circular tile. The gray stones were illuminated blue in the bright moonlight. Everyone stood around the outside of the circle holding their candles.

Erebus - Summer of 1800 - Lion Island The massive full moon is bright in the sky, illuminating my path. I stop to breathe, finally arriving at the White Plains of Lion Island. It’s a breezy night making sand whip around, and the smell of the saltwater ocean is crisp on my senses. I look around to make sure no one is following us. They can’t track me by scent as I have none. Seeing it all clear, I’m satisfied I can pause for a minute to rest.

author pov The Moon Touched and Snow Moon pack's ranking wolves spend every moment that they are not dealing with pack business, helping Katia’s family try to figure out where, on Mount Olympus, Uranus is concealing the island he is keeping her on. Nathan didn’t understand how things worked in that realm. All he knew was that the gods were more distrustful of one another than wolves were of other species. Mount Olympus was magic unto itself and would do as a god asked. It could only be undone if the same god asked it to be undone.

I hesitate briefly. "Ethan's the only one still waiting." Luna's smile deepens, fond instead of amused. "You know," she says softly, "the Moon Goddess plans far ahead. Long before any of us are born." I look at her quietly. "Do you really think it's coincidence?" she continues gently. "That the people meant to support you and keep you grounded would end up exactly where you need them most?" She gestures lightly around the packhouse. "How do you think this life would've felt if you'd come here completely alone?"

There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away. Scarlet had mixed feelings about coming here. She remembered times in the past when she used to love to come to Bannerman’s, a small, abandoned island in the middle of the Hudson, with its huge crumbling ruin of a castle, a relic of a former time, long abandoned, structurally unsound, overgrown with vines. In fact, the whole island was overgrown with thorny thickets and vines and poison ivy, a place long con

I stated before realising that it was completely the wrong thing to say at the time. I could hear the low rumble of laughter in Scales throat and Mira just shook her head. “Okay then…” I cleared my throat. “This is the plan; we found a new island, La Caruna, it is three days flight from here. It looks like it used to be an old village but there is no one there anymore and more than enough to sustain a family of dragons.” I cleared my throat again; I could feel Vera’s gaze burning into my back.