Poemas De La Luna Y El Amor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His love for Luna continued to inspire generations, and his story was passed down through the ages—a tale of a mortal warrior whose prayers were answered by the Moon Goddess, and whose undying love sparked a new era of peace and unity. As the moon waxed and waned, casting its gentle glow upon the world, the memory of Lykos and Luna's divine connection endured. Their love became a symbol of hope, reminding mortals that even in the darkest of times, prayers uttered with pure intentions could reach the heavens and transform destinies. And in the silent depths of the night, when the moon shone brightest, the celestial embrace of Lykos and Luna whispered of an eternal love that transcended the bo

She stood in the center of the room still holding herself as she fought her tears back. Why did the moon goddess have to be too cruel to her? Why didn't she want her to be happy? Did seeing her in tears excite her? Was taking away the only person that had cared for her away not enough? Why did the moon goddess make her a mate to a man who she wasn't his mate, and worst of all, a man void of emotions? Her thoughts raced, as she kept blinking back her tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

So sultry, it made his body ache to be so close and not inside of her. He curled back his lips in a smile of wry appreciation. “You are like a jasmine flower, so exotic. Did you know that jasmine flowers open their fragrant petals only under the persuading charm of the night’s moon?” “I never knew that.” “Open for me now, my love. Let’s pretend that I’m the moon, and you are my flower.” She giggled. “I love when you are poetic.” “It’s much better than when I’m fighting witches or scaring you from shifting.”

“Someone had tried to poison me that caused me the life of my son. I do not need to explain why I need to be careful… especially around people I don’t know.” “But I haven’t done anything wrong,” she whispered, her voice catching in a sob. “Everyone is so cold to me. And now you…” She turned away, pressing the handkerchief to her chest like a wound. “I knew you didn’t like me. I knew it. I was only trying to be kind.” “I do not need your kindness.” I offered her a dry smile. “There is a line between us. I, being the Luna, and you… being my husband’s mistress. We do not need to get along.”

I imagined the whole world gathered around the moon and me in the middle of nothing. My tears started again. Quiet at first, then steady. I let them fall and didn’t try to stop them. They were heavy and valueless and true. I felt like a child who keeps asking for a story and gets none. I whispered again into the dark. “Please,” I said, “let me know what love is. Just once. Please.” The room held my words for a long time. The moon painted my hands white. I closed my eyes. The house around me breathed and the world went slow. My body wanted to sleep but my heart was awake like a bird.

"Oh My mate it means everything to me!" He cleared his throat and I backed off of him, "Sorry." I said quickly, but he shook his head. "If this means everything for you, then perhaps a kiss is in order?" All too suddenly reality came crashing back to me. This man was not a kind man who gives his Luna what she wants to make her happy.

I pass her some water, which she sips at before passing the glass back to me. “How come our sparks are weakened?” she asks. “I do not know but I believe when we mark one another, they will be back as strong as ever,” I reply taking a hold of her hand. She looks to our hands, “Maybe the Moon Goddess has second thoughts about us being together?” she asks me as tears fill her eyes.

She had only seen Levian three times this month, all of which were brief glances that didn’t include a word. A bitter smile twitched at the corner of her lips. This was the first time she had fallen in love with someone, and it was so tiring. After returning to her room, Luna took a book secured with a password from the drawer and flipped through the pages. It was her diary. She recorded all sorts of special events over the years, but without realizing it, the diary had become a collection of love letters for Levian. Luna took a pen, and expressed her love for Levian. The moonlight cast a warm luster on her, and she smiled happily as she wrote.

"And when the sun rises, we will still be here, our love like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes of doubt." As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, they didn't stop. They danced on, their love a burning torch against the fading darkness, a promise whispered on the wind. They were Davien and Hera, Alpha and Beta, lovers against the world, and their dance was a defiant ode to their forbidden love, a love that would defy even the moonlit whispers of fate.