Poem The Man In The Moon Novels & Stories

The garden, wrapped in the cloak of night, became a haven for whispered confessions and shared dreams. The winter garden, a sanctuary beneath the celestial dome, cradled us in its arms as we sat together, hands entwined, lost in the serenity of the moonlit night. I sighed, my gaze fixed on the silver orb above. "The moon holds a quiet kind of magic, does not it, Liam?" He smiled, his eyes reflecting the lunar radiance. "Indeed, Daliah. it is as if each beam is a whisper from the cosmos, weaving tales of love and destiny."

Or return to the man I still loved and see if we could repair what cracked? I had never felt fear like this. Not even standing at the edge of a rushing river before jumping. In the end, I chose something simple. Call Fitch tomorrow. Rational. Controlled. Not catastrophic. Darkness swallowed me. Weightless. Soundless. Then— Grass beneath my feet. Moonlight pouring over a cliff’s edge. She stood there. The woman they called the Moon Goddess. White dress. Wind-tangled hair. Too theatrical. I rolled my eyes. If I’d known she’d invade my dreams, I would’ve at least worn shoes.

My pack killed thousand of human’s life every full moon, but still I felt not contented and happy. “Ahhh!” I heard the human’s fearful voice as a wolf run after him. I watched that man run after his life while the wolf is chasing him until the wolf jumped and devour the man’s body. His blood scattered from the ground as his voice asking for help. I baled my fist and stared at the bright full moon. “Is this what you want?” I asked under my breathe while staring at the full moon. While staring at it, I feel like I am also talking with the Goddess.

"I believe we will be able to count with one more pack. And they are very powerful." "Whose pack?" "The son of the Moon."

I tried to reach the moon until the waters consumed my body. I have no plan to resurface again. I let myself get drowned and get swayed by the ocean. But how funny, fate played with my life again. Someone pulled and lifted me until I was able to breath with the seabreeze. I opened my eyes. The luminous moon greeted me. It is so beautiful that it even had me captivated. I looked at the man who saved me. His hands are trembling and he's looking at me with terror and concern. "What the hell are you thinking?" He asked in mixed emotions.

The two pills were in the shape of a full moon and it reminded him of the story Nathan had once shared when they were still a child. “Hey. Have you ever heard a story called ‘Moon Lovers’?” A child-like voice rang into his ears. Chris turned around before shaking his head innocently, “What is it about? That ‘Moon Lovers’ story?” Five-year-old Nathan grinned before he pulled out a picture book from his bag and flipped open the page, “The story was about the moon and a normal man.” The picture book had a drawing of a full moon shining brightly on the sky with an unnamed man standing directly below the full moon with a smile.

It was full moon night outside and moon light was shading through the window inside the room, illuminating it. “You know what I like most?” he asked. She looks at him. “When the moon looks complete and the cold breeze touch my body,” he said without looking at her. She puts her head over his shoulder and he softly places his arm around her waist. ****** “Nothing can be this much good as what we are watching” said the man in sinister like voice. “My dear mate, we get what we want and it always happens,” she said laughing. “Now I am useful” said the girl who was standing behind them under the moon.

Blue explained. “Nothing you say could justify falling in love with your enemy and betraying your own people,” another man said firmly. "It's enough," I interrupted. "No, Alex, she needs to know the truth. There is no point in lying to her. Since the day she was born, she keeps finding ways to disappoint us, one way or the other. If she had been a boy, things would have been so much better," the man continued. "It's not my fault the Moon Goddess decided to make him my mate," Blue defended herself.

In my delirium, the moonlight seemed to dance and swirl, taking on a mesmerizing form. I had refused to stay inside my hot, as the was making me even more delirious with pain. Suddenly, the moon appeared to grow larger and closer, until it enveloped me in its radiant embrace. I felt as if I were floating amidst the stars, weightless and untethered. Then, a soft and ethereal voice resonated within my mind, like a gentle breeze whispering ancient secrets. "Child of the wilderness," the voice spoke, "I am the Moon Goddess, guardian of the night and protector of all that roams beneath my light."

But the moon was still hidden behind the clouds. As she reached the abandoned house, she knew where she needed to go. The howling of the wind and the search for truth brought her here. As she entered, she heard someone groaning in pain. Could it be the same monster she sensed in her dreams? Her courageous steps walked towards the source of the sound, only to find a man curling up entangled in shackles. Her feet turned jello; whoever he was, he was in deep pain, but once he looked up, it was none other than Nathan. She dropped her bag and immediately ran towards him. He was screaming as his bones broke.