October 소설 & 이야기

No animal dared to enter his domain, including the grizzlies that occupied the area ever since he battled the one that previously claimed the cave as home. The moon was full and shined brightly in the black sky. Kaynon lifted his head to stare into its light, feeling its mighty pull and relishing in its power. Closing his eyes, he took a deep inhale of the crisp air signifying the imminent return of autumn, and the anniversary of his pack's death. Their screams still haunted him and kept him up most nights. Another day of redemption tomorrow. He thought to himself before drifting off into a dreamless slumber. *******************************

"The wolf moon has passed us already. If nothing has changed by the night of the Hunter's moon, both Kaden and his pack will fall." I widened my eyes. The Hunter's moon, it was also known as the dying moon, it was in October. Which was also the month of my birth, I would be turning nineteen by then. What was I supposed to do? Did I really believe that the midnight pack was under a deadly curse? What if this woman was just crazy and wanted me to risk my life just for her own benefits.

“Now I’m old enough to potentially be chosen. You see, your aunt Kinshra is believed to have been one of the hunters, which may explain her incredible hearing. Did she still not tell you any of this?” Emory shook her head. She barely remembered the night of the last ceremony because nothing notable happened. Crouched on her aunt’s porch, her knees drawn up to her chest, Emory had watched the Hunter’s Moon descend behind a foggy horizon. The last Hunter’s Moon fell on her sixteenth birthday, marking her one year in Broiia. Her memory of the lanterns floating across the sky was what remained. “I’ve asked her dozens of times but she’s never answered.”

We put flowers on the balcony, a worn sofa in the living room, and her favorite dishes in the kitchen. On our wedding day, Chloe held my hand on stage and said: “From now on, no matter what happens, we trust each other first. We talk first.” I nodded. “No secrets. No running. We won’t let anyone hurt us with lies.”

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

Laura The thing about August is that it tricks you. July is honest. July is hot and loud and demanding. July does not pretend to be anything other than what it is. But August is different. August is the month that pretends summer will last forever. August is the month that gives you warm nights and golden light and the kind of air that feels like a hug. August is the month that lies. Because September is coming. September is always coming. And September means change. --- I feel it in my bones.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

The leaves on the oak tree began their turning — not all at once, not dramatically, but one by one and then in clusters, the green yielding to gold and amber and the specific burnt orange that only happened in the week before the leaves released. Anya had always loved October. She’d thought about this over the years — why October specifically, of all the months that cycled through the property with their various qualities. Some of it was aesthetic, the obvious thing, the color and the light and the way the garden looked in the slant of October sun, everything in the last stage of its fullness befo

October arrives with intention, not the tentative arrival of spring or the gradual retreat of summer. October arrives knowing what it is. The light drops in angle overnight, the shadows longer, the specific quality of autumn light is lower and more golden, and it does not apologize for what it is doing to everything it touches, which is making it look simultaneously more beautiful and more temporary. I notice this from the terrace of the penthouse on the first Monday of the month. The city in October light. The buildings are catching it differently than in September; the angles changed, the shadow

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