Secret Starlight Moonlight Novels & Stories

LUNA NADIA’S LUNA CEREMONY - SILVER MOON PACK CELESTE. "Are you okay?" Darvin reached for my hand and squeezed it gently as he stared at me. He just turned off the engine of his car, and we remained seated inside. We were outside the ballroom where Nadia would be inducted as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. And it meant I would be meeting all the Alphas and Lunas invited to the event.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

Since the alpha of the pack treated me badly, the remaining people saw that as an opening to get to me and treat me like I was dirt under their feet. “She has gotten better at running, don't you think?” One that was in his human form said. I could hear him clearly because they were near. Fear rattled my bones and I could not bring myself to go any further, just at that same pace. “Pl…please moon goddess. …Don't let them get me….again.” I muttered softly under my breath, tears falling this time. I didn't make any attempt to clean it.

Drake thought, hissing as he kicked Larry's leg. Meanwhile, Anne made her way down to the sea. The path was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the occasional flicker of a distant star. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting an eerie, almost otherworldly pall over the landscape. The waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythm the only sound breaking the heavy silence of the midnight hour.

"welcome to diva's restaurant sir, can I take your orders?" Ryan heard a familiar voice. He raised up his head to see Paige smirking at him in a evil manner. "Y...you?" He stuttered. "Your orders sir," she said again. "Menu?" She gave him the menu with smirks on her face. He took a look at the menu and widened his eyes in shock. The menu was listed: Money 100$ Repair my phone 70$

Amongst all the bright giant's shimmering lightyears away glowed a sliver of a waxing crescent moon. As she stood alone in the dark, a light flicker startled her. Nueva looked around before realising the soft beam came from her Celestial Moon necklace. Nueva unhooked the fragile chain from around her neck and observed the small item in her hands. She could see a dull light swirl inside the Moonstone like an endless whirlwind. Suddenly Nueva could hear a faint melodic whisper say. "Ego sum clavis" Her eyes widened, and she instantly knew a spirit dwelled within.

Your Author, Mysterious Moonlight..

Every hair along his shoulders rose. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl. Not at Kael. Not at the trees. At the sky. Rowan looked up. The moon had changed. A thin veil of clouds drifted across it, tinting the light a pale crimson. No… Not crimson. Silver. The moonlight itself had become brighter, almost liquid, spilling through the branches like flowing water. Kael stared upward. “I never thought I’d see another Silver Moon.” “What is a Silver Moon?” Rowan asked.

Starlight was a funny, fuzzy thing. It could be seen, touched, and felt, it was tangible enough, but could never be captured in a tiny little jar so Leila could always carry it at her side. Minutes in the cave felt like days outside. She had never realized how much she would cherish the chilly night air, the beautiful serenade sung by a nightingale, the resting canopies of forests under the shade of silver light, and of course, the moon itself. It was exceptionally round and bright tonight; a creamy yellow hue graciously shined upon the Misty Mountains, as if the moon was a token of a blithe reunion.