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Mountain's feature softened and he was about to say something to Joseph when the girl shouted, "Incoming!" Mountain was fast. Extremely fast for a large person. He came at Joseph like a blur and tackled him to the ground. A jumbled vision of foliage and trees and bushes, before he felt himself slammed against the ground. Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun.

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

CHAPTER TWO The moon cast its silvery glow over the cavern, and Morekish, despite the heaviness in his heart, succumbed to the embrace of sleep. As he drifted into dreams, the echoes of unanswered questions lingered in the air. Meanwhile, his mother tended to the newborn, cradling the baby in her arms. The soft coos of the infant mingled with the rustle of leaves outside the cavern. The baby, nestled against her chest, emanated a gentle warmth—a new life in the world of shadows and moonlit secrets.

Jake grinned and then said, interrupting to continue the story, likely because this was his favourite bit, “one day, one of her very naughty young children shot across the Earth’s sky while playing tag with many other shooting stars! He got too close to the Earth, however, and crashed down into the ground! He couldn’t get back into the sky anymore!” Elder Roz chuckled softly and placed a comforting hand on top of his head. Then she continued, “indeed. It deeply saddened the Moon Goddess, but she knew she would always be in the sky should he ever need to come to her for advice. Her brash, stubborn little child, however, loved his sibling the Earth and wanted to play with the strange creatures

And maybe the whole world. The vampire took the heavy book from Ilyana's hands. Instead, he lowered a thin notebook with a symbol crudely drawn onto it into his open palm. Ilyana batted her eyelashes in surprise. She knew this sign - a waxing moon with a cross at its base. This was the sign of the White Moon. - Servant of the Temple of Two Moons? - Ilyana looked at her guide in surprise. - Sorry, madam. It's time for me to return to my post. Please, return the book to its place after reading,” having completely changed, Eriz headed back, leaving the girl alone.

Before he could react, her hand wrapped around his and a playful smile played on her face. “Thank you.” She said to him as she glanced at him with a smile on her face before staring ahead. “My pleasure,” Carl responded and his eyes darkened dangerously. … It was dark and the only sound that could be heard was that of the crickets and the rustling leaves that moved thanks to the wind. The atmosphere was quiet and it felt like the world had gone into eternal slumber as not even the sound of a human or animal could be heard. One would wonder if the grim reaper was passing by with his scythe, looking for a soul to harvest. The moon shone brightly, casting its bright light upon the deep darkness.

His words were derided by Abe who knew what he was really after - to brag about his momentous victory whenever there was a full moon. Abe laughed inwardly at the cub's stupidity. The last wolf standing would be Abe, of course. ****** [Dove] It was in the dead of the night when Cole returned to the mansion. I was in my bedroom, standing at the window, staring up at the moon, praying. I know that I shouldn't because I'm the Luna of a new pack now, one that has stopped believing in the Moon Goddess. But when I saw the strong white glow in my room, I couldn't resist its assuring warmth. I went over to feel its grace.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

--- Far above, the full moon blazed white. Below it stood a Luna reborn, a pack reunited, and a love not even fate could unravel. And in the shadows beyond time, ancient forces watched and whispered: The age of the Moonborn has begun. --- THE END.

"See? You let blood and fire be witnesses! You want to kill me? That's impossible!" "Nothing is impossible in this world, Luna Seraphyne," I emphasized the last two words. Her name still bore the title Luna. In fact, my words made her lose her guard because she was fueled by anger. I seized the opening with a movement as swift as the wind. A deep gash finally broke through Luna Seraphyne’s defenses—an accurate strike that sliced her arm. Fresh blood spattered onto my palm. The coolness clung like a message. The moon symbol on my forehead suddenly lit up, brighter than the light of a small flame. My eyes also shone white, closing my view of the real world—and instantly opening a window to ano