Moonscar Island Novels & Stories

It was already dark as they feel the warm air touches their skin, they can see the view of the ocean from the balcony. “Wow. I don’t know where we are but this place is amazing,” Niffa said as her eyes sparkled in amusement. The moon and the stars’ light reflected on the ocean as it sparkled. “This is Mt. Sadeste and this place is safe. Thanks to Merfoy who helps us,” Rico said as he look up at the moon shining so bright and clear. “Niffa, do you know that my mother is the moon keeper because of her blue flame?”

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

This really is happening. Just as I start to gather my bearings and a plan to get out of here, I see the SUVs pull up into the massive circle drive in front of the packhouse. There’s a giant fountain out front with a statue of the Moon, one star, and the Moon Goddess out front. The fountain is beautiful and unique! The moon goddess looks like she is staring up at the moon at the one star hovering over her as she is reaching for the star and water is pouring from her fingertips. It’s gorgeous!

It was always going to end this way. He carried me from the dueling grounds while hundreds knelt in our wake. Above, the moon pulsed like a heart, and in its light, I saw them – thousands of shadows pressing against reality's skin, waiting for the three-day truce to end. "Where does the moon touch earth?" Dimitri asked aloud. "The Lunar Sanctum," Elder Mara said, appearing beside us despite her age. "Three days' journey north, if you run without stopping. But it's been sealed for twenty years..."

His tall figure cut through the air like a blade, and his voice carried easily as he grabbed the mic. “We all know this is what you came for,” Jayson said, smirking slightly. His eyes swept across the crowd like he was already picking out winners and losers. “Tonight’s game is simple: one Alpha, one skilled hunter, and one… let's just say, underdog.” There were a few scattered laughs and a lot of tense silence. I couldn’t tell if Jayson was trying to be clever or if there was something else behind his words. “The moon above us tonight is no ordinary moon,” he went on, his tone darker now. “It’s the Blood Moon. And under its light, the forest changes. The shadows twist. And the prey... is unl

We tore down the training ground Isabella had built and replanted the moonpetal flowers. At the highest point of the cliff, I erected a pure white monument for Aria. The inscription read: For my beloved daughter, Aria Your light and kindness will forever guide my way May you rest in the arms of the Moon Goddess Five years passed. A beautiful town grew on the island. Wolves who had been oppressed and outcast came here and found a new home. There were no hierarchies, no backstabbing. Everyone could live in freedom. Tonight, the moon is full.

But the Moon was not white anymore it was a pulsing green heart covered in black needles. Thousands of Benson ships were already there connecting to the Moon-Heart. June realized "We are not here to save the Moon we are here to be the ingredients." The hangar doors would not. The ship was being pulled toward a giant glowing green hole, in the center of the Moon. June looked at the General. The General looked at June for the first time they agreed on something. The General said "We must crash the ship" and reached for the self-destruct lever. The lever would not move because a silver hand had grabbed the Generals wrist.

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.

I opened my mouth to tell him about it, but then small circles started forming around my index finger. The moment was calm, and I put my whole hand in the cold water. The surface of the water changed, it turned into a mirror. But there was no reflection. I saw the full moon on the surface of the water. Then it disappeared, and a woman appeared. I couldn't see her face. Her back was facing me. The hair...it had silver strands. The image went away quickly, and then fire....angry flames around a crib replaced it. People were running.