Poem The Man In The Moon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When he placed it on the table, Lyra felt a vibration run through the air — faint, like a whisper she could almost hear. “Few remember it,” Eldritch said. “Fewer still believe. But every few centuries, the Moon marks one of her own. Not a wolf, not a human — something in between. A bridge, or a blade.” Lyra unwrapped the silk with trembling hands. Inside was a fragment of parchment, the ink faded but legible, the edges burned. It wasn’t written like a report. It was a poem. “When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name.

Krewe said softly, "I mindlinked them, I told them you were a wolf and you would join us. Their excited. Please join us today?" I stood there frozen. I wanted to run, but I was also curious about this new world. I didn't know what to do. "What do we do, Evelyn?" "We should stay. We can learn more." "What about school?" "School is for humans. You are a wolf. Born from the Moon Goddess, rooted to the earth, and craving for a pack life. Please stay." I controlled Evelyn to shift in front of Krewe. My emotions were running high again, and I'm not sure where the courage came to shift and stand before him naked. But I did.

This man was not a kind man who gives his Luna what she wants to make her happy. This man is a snake in the grass who relies on both honey and vinegar to take anything and everything he wants. Right now he wants me, and vinegar has yet to work... of course. Well... I have my pups back, and that's all that matters, so I practically throw myself at him, shoving our lips together and pushing my feelings of gratitude into the bond. I was letting him know how much this meant to me. I let Rerin, his wolf, purr in my head as long as he wanted to before finally pulling away.

His grey eyes—dull, human, defeated—tracked upward, found my belly, stopped. "You carry," he whispered. "You carry still." "I carry what you tried to kill." I descended one step. Then another. Close enough to see the marks on his arms—self-inflicted, jagged, my name carved upside down and backwards, as if written in a mirror. "What is this, Leon? Poetry?" "I thought—" His voice cracked. He tried again, throat working. "I thought if I wore your name, the moon might return my wolf. Might return... you."

Elara's POV The silence was not an absence of sound, but a presence of gravity. As the moon vanished behind the black-purple shroud of the eclipse, the world lost its color. I stood in the center of the infirmary, my feet no longer touching the stone, held aloft by the sheer pressure of the energies colliding within me.

Nova's Pov The world tilted as I heard the words fall out of the man that is supposed to be my mate. “I want to redeem you as my concubine.” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. The air in the Moonlit Rose’s private parlor suddenly felt too thick, too sweet with incense and old perfume. I stared at Riven, at the man I had sold my freedom for, the man whose ritual I had paid for with every humiliating night spent dancing under these dim crescent lights.

“A long time ago, before the time of the wolf, the world was quiet and peaceful. During the day the human folk worked hard to farm their land and sow their crop. The children would run and play in the sunlight and the humankind thrived. Though, alone in the sky sat the beautiful Selene, the Goddess of the moon. Every night she would ride her dragon chariot across the sky to bring the moon to the people. But as the sun fell and the night sky spread across the land, she became lonely, as the humans would sleep through her glorious night sky. Night after night she searched the land for sign of any human that would splendour in her night time, but none did. Until one night she came across a lone

“Eímaste oi Menae. Eímaste enoménoi. [We are the Menae. We are united.]” The Menae all lift their heads and give loud, happy howls at the full moon. The moon shines brighter and grows larger. A stream of pearlescent liquid light pours out of the moon flowing down over us, affirming the Moon Goddess’s approval of Kas’s ascension. The cool liquid dissipates as it touches our skin.

I couldn’t say, the presence I was feeling with giving me a feeling I couldn’t understand which. Because of the moon, I was able to get a faint glimpse of the man. Just his back that was against us, he was tall, broad shoulders, the shirt he wore was torn at different sides, I saw his smooth, succulent skin, I was feeding my eyes with, wondering how my teeth would feel in them. He was enticing. “If we leave, that’s when we’re gonna die. Because you can’t run, I can’t carry you, I would do the obvious, which is leaving you to die. Let them come find us. It’s better, I don’t have the strength to run a marathon.”