Rises The Moon Lyrics Novels & Stories

Chapter 149: Moonrise Oaths LYSS' POV: SONG FOR THE CHAPTER: “RUN TO YOU” : Lea Michele ~~~ I don’t remember falling asleep. One moment I was staring out the window of the infirmary wing in Warrenvale, thinking about how Lucien looked at Rhea during training, and the next I was here, under the moon’s judging glow. “Lyss.” The voice wraps around me like velvet and steel. I turn and the Moon Goddess is standing there; no crown, no spectacle. Just a woman in flowing white, her eyes ancient galaxies, her presence weightier than the earth itself. I drop to my knees, instinct guiding me.

“Let’s sit around, Waiting for the sun to rise Let’s sit around, Waiting for the moon to fall By the water As it glistens You could listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears But remember that I love you, I will forever No matter what happens, To me or you We’ll be together Through the years So as you cry Please listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears”

The only source of light was the luminous moon, its coruscating rays lending an air of mysticism. When the full orb of the moon reached its highest peak, Liam threw his head back and howled. A haunting tone, one that spoke of his loneliness, that spoke of regret, that wished with every breath for a companion, a tone that hid a melancholy, hoping that it would one day be answered by an equal. That would not be today. Today, all that answered his call were groans of pain and the gasps from the spectators gathered around. The kids were changing. Liam watched carefully, making sure each of the little ones was coming though alright. For some reason he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The sound wasn’t sorrow—it was clarity. She returned to the temple and placed her palm over the Heart’s Mirror. > “Then let there be music again,” she said softly. The mirror pulsed in answer. And from that moment, a new rhythm began to spread— slower, deeper, more human. --- The Rising of the Blood Moon Across the cosmos, the Blood Moon flared brighter than it had in eons. Its glow reached every corner of existence, touching worlds that had forgotten it ever existed. The Dreamers, the Resonants, the descendants of the Flow—

"Tell me something," Luna continued in a voice low and dangerous. "Does my sister pay you well for being her little spies? Or are you all just so desperate for scraps of attention that you'll debase yourselves for free?" Marissa's face flushed. "How dare you..." "How dare I?" Luna's laugh was a shard of glass. "No, sweetheart. How dare you!” She took a step forward and despite her weakened state, her dominance was a physical force, radiating from her like heat.

Alert and aware. She felt it just as I did. We didn’t belong here The full moon hung above us brightly, casting everything in cold, silver light. Tonight, I will free my friend and my wolf. I will. I pressed my fingers lightly into Ivy’s fur. “We’re almost there,” I whispered. I didn’t know if the words were meant for her or for myself.

A soft and feminine voice, ancient and powerful, echoed in her mind. “Rise… Rise, child of the moon.”

“Alpha… Aria’s first heat. It’s tonight. The full moon.” Logan froze, his gaze shooting to the vast, round moon outside the window. A cold sweat broke out on his back. He roared, “Stop this plane!”

"For me, it’s the only thing that makes sense. A world where the Moon and the Earth finally speak the same language." He kissed me, and this time, there was no hesitation. It was a victory. It was the taste of copper, cedar, and the dark, intoxicating promise of a future where we didn't have to hide in the shadows of the Boundary. But as his hands slid down to my waist, pulling me into the hard planes of his body, I felt a sudden, sharp chill—not from the magic, but from the mountain itself. A low, rhythmic thrumming began to vibrate through the obsidian floor, a sound that didn't belong to the Stronghold.

What he was doing for my body, I could not explain it. I just knew that I need to trust my mind and my instinct now. My voice barely made a sound when I said those words. Fingers shifted as he flipped his palm upward. Then slowly, without force, his hand folded around mine. “Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “Dawn’s still a few hours away.” Up above, the sky opened once more. There, in the gap, the moon sat round, glowing, silent. Clouds pulled back, leaving it exposed.