Moonscar Island の小説・ストーリー

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

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He would rather die by the enemy's blade than live in this house, which had become a place of mourning. After my father's death, we tried everything, pulling all the strings, to move away from that sorrowful land, and that's why we ended up in the Red Moon pack. Behind the house is a large patch of woods, and the pack's training ground is located within it. At the end of the woods lies the border between the Red Moon pack and the Blue Moon pack. There are watchtowers set up every 500 meters in the woods, with soldiers patrolling 24 hours a day. Overall, it is a safe place to live, but my mother doesn't see it that way. She says the people in this pack don't care about us at all.

Lanterns floated in the air like stars, illuminating the sand and sea in a soft, romantic light. The waves of Isola Bella, calm and glittering under the moonlight, gently lapped at the shore, their rhythmic sound mingling with the soft notes of music playing in the background. The melody, slow and melodic, seemed to be woven into the fabric of the night itself, creating a perfect harmony with the natural beauty of the island.

Sheila hung up the phone and looked at Mark. “Is she?” “Her wolf is showing up; we have to stop it.” Mark and Sheila ran, leaving Monique at her friend’s place. They looked out towards the cloudy sky. “Sheila, this is not good.” “What?” “Today is full-moon night,” Mark pointed at the sky. Sheila bit her lips, as she knew how dangerous it would be for everyone. “We need to save her.”

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.

“Every day, I will prove it. No excuses, no regrets. Just… love. Always love.” As night fell, a soft silver haze blanketed the garden. The moon rose, its light stronger than the stars, casting pale shadows across the fountains and walkways. Aria paused, sensing the familiar presence of the Moon Goddess. She lifted her eyes to the moonlit sky, feeling the whisper of energy threading through the night.

“I didn’t call for a lecture. I called because I saw Moon Crawlers in Vegas.” The line went silent for a moment . Then Gideon’s voice dropped. “You were in Las Vegas?” “Yes. And explain to me why Mason Trawling’s sixth line of Crawlers would be that far out. What the hell is going on in Seattle, Gideon?” The Moon Crawlers weren’t casual thugs. They were the elite bodyguards and black agents who never left Mason’s circle without a reason. For them to appear hundreds of miles from the clan meant one thing: something serious was happening.

I punched the trunk of a nearby palm tree. She was carrying another wolf's child. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. "Alpha?" My second-in-command, Marcus, stepped out of the shadows. "How's the patrol?" I forced my voice to sound normal. "All clear. But..." Marcus hesitated. "There's something you need to see." I followed him to the island's sacred center. A legendary, ancient Moonwood tree grew there. It had been dormant for centuries. But now, it was blooming. Silver flowers glowed softly in the night, breathtakingly beautiful.