Nine Moons Book Novels & Stories

He shrugged it off but he would like to confirm it all the same. He found Luna in the library after he was done with work. “What are you reading?” He stared at the book cover before sitting next to her. She promptly closed it and showed it to him. It was titled Tales and Myths about the Moon Goddess. “You should know more than that book, right?” “Of course.” She smiled and caressed the book’s spine. It was an interesting read. “I remembered something you said. I thought you might have stated it incorrectly.” “Hmm? What is it?”

I choked and coughed and he blew more smoke through the bars. “Yeah, keep choking on that nonsense. By the way, our world is called Lunae, and it’s Uncle Ian’s territory. The Moon Goddess’ gift to us as her beloved children. That little patch of land that you wolves have been fighting over and running around on is… well, it’s complicated. Think of it like a backyard or a porch or something.” “You’re lying.” I chocked. Lunae had been in a book I had read, some part of a history class that I barely remembered.

I was not that desperate! Hours passed while I was sleeping, and an intense, hungry growl pulled me out of my sleep. I sat on the bed and looked around. It seemed like it was nighttime but it was still so bright outside, perhaps because of the two moons, which was so interesting to see them on two completely different phases. "What if I am dead? And if I am, is Frankie grieving for me?" He had better be; I was his only closest friend! One was half, while the other one was a quarter moon, but it was so beautiful. Even though Miall did try to explain a few terms to me and the environment, I still had so much to see and learn about this planet. I guess I could always ask Nyleve.

I’d stared too, once or twice, when I thought no one was looking. But he didn’t come closer. He just stood there, and after a long, uncomfortable moment, he turned and walked away. Of course he did. I was alone. The pack celebration that night felt like a slap in the face. They called it the Harvest Moon Feast—some excuse to drink too much and pretend we were all one big happy family. My mother had been dead for less than a day, and they were laughing and dancing like nothing had happened.

The worn pages calmed me, the faded ink carrying me into another world. It was a book about wolves’ history. Stories of ancient packs, battles fought under blood moons, legends of the Moon Goddess blessing chosen ones. I loved reading it, even if nobody knew I could read. They never let me go to school, but I had taught myself in secret. The book was my hidden treasure. Through it, I learned things nobody thought I should know. That the Wolf’s Crest had once chosen the strongest Lunas. That the Moon Feast was more than just food and dancing it was power, hidden under rituals. And sometimes, I wondered… if the Moon still watched us, still cared.

I glance at him, trying to catch any glimmer of emotion behind his eyes. “These stars are the Moon Lake, which is exactly what it sounds like. Four of the seven planetary structures are, in fact, moons. Big ones. I believe they used to orbit around something here, but now they’re freely orbiting objects locked in place by this star, and that star, and they dance, reflecting light like lanterns on a lake.” “And what do the witches use that for?”

“Baby . . . no. There’s no atmosphere up there. You’d just be a pincushion for radiation.” “Weres on the moon?” Zaneasks, walking up to me in the kitchen. He doesn’t look like he slept much. I hand him a mug of coffee. “Yup.” “Have they been over moonless planets yet?” “Yes.” “Can’t howl ’cause sound doesn’t carry?” “Yes.” “Pluto’s five moons?” “Also yes.” “The asphyxiation?” “Just now.” “Great. They must be about to wrap up.” He reaches for the sugar. I stop him with a hand on his wrist.

The moonlight was coming in through the window and making the room lighter. For some reason in that moment her mind went to Quinn. He’d always called her “his moon” because of her eyes. He’d once told her he’d never met another person with grey/silver eyes like hers. He told her they reminded him of the moon the way they shone. He also said that that’s what she was to him.. the Moon… because she was his light in the dark. Her mind came back to the present. Whatever was blocking the light from outside was coming into focus. She followed it up .. higher and higher until she reached the top of the object.

Black gems encrusted the moon, making it beautiful in an eerie kind of way. “It’s so pretty,” Aisling murmured; the gems caught the light that crept through the window. As soon as I touched the moon, it was like my hands had a mind of their own. I picked up the moon and pushed it into the indention on the book. A distinct click emanated from the book. I pressed two fingers to the moon and turned it counterclockwise until the latch on the book was removable. “Brigid! Aisling!” I heard Papa calling from downstairs, but I couldn’t stop.

Or two. And the Lycan King's castle wasn't too bad. They had great food and the softest bed ever. She could only hope Sinclair wasn't planning a rescue mission for her. It would really suck because she was starting to like the view here. Naomi flipped the page of the novel, fascinated by the characters. A story of the Moon Goddess and her mate. Naomi didn't believe in deities, never had, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't curious. Closing the book upon its completion, she stretched lithely before gracefully rolling off the bed. She headed for the door and twisted the doorknob to find it locked.