Shoot For The Moon Novels & Stories

She was all alone. “Just do it quickly, and let’s get the hell out of here. She’s making too much noise.” Mike shoved her to her knees, and she heard the cocking sound of a gun. With a silent cry, she looked up at the sky peeking through the tall trees and saw the clouds part to reveal the moon. Her daddy always told her that the Moon Goddess would always watch out for her even if he couldn’t. Closing her eyes, she gave a final prayer. She was not mad that this was how it ended. Her parents were waiting for her on the other side.

Alec I’m sitting on the edge of my bed and a million things are running through my mind because today was quite an eventful day for me, and a few hours ago, I received the confirmation that it all worked out in my favor. I glance at Carla, who’s lying on her side fast asleep, and slowly get out of bed before walking toward the window of our bedroom. The moon is merely a crescent, but I’m drawn to her already. In a few days, the Full Moon Hunt will begin. For once, I actually feel excited about it, and that’s because this year, I’ve let go of the weight that’s been burdening me for close to seven years.

Every day you grab me and make love to me. - But you were always in the form of a woman. I like you much better like this. Moon chuckled, rolling his eyes. - You always have a way of making a lady blush – Moon says, hiding her face and pretending to be embarrassed. - I want this “lady” to suck my cock. - Sun says with a cheeky smile. No need for big incentives. Moon snaps her fingers and the two are naked. - You want to play with me, don't you? So today we play my way.

Just faith. Just this one last shot. "Bestow my bullet your divine grace," I whispered. My voice cracked, barely audible over my shallow breath. "Hereby I slay the shadow away—dear Moon, shine over me. Heavens… guide me." “What—?” Boom. I pulled the trigger. The bullet—glowing faintly with moonlight—cut through the air, and through him. A scream—unearthly, shrill—ripped through the space around me. Light tore him apart. I didn’t know if he died, if he would return, or if I’d only wounded his soul.

“They like to make Hunts fun but don’t mistake that for fair.” I looked at down at his bare feet, which were gashed and bloody, although it hadn’t slowed his stealthy sprint through the woods: it’d been me who’d done that. I tilted my head to listen for whoops and howls, but the woods were still silent. “Hmm, I still don’t hear your butthole pack.” “If you could hear them,” Moon raised his eyebrow, “what type of hunters would they be?” “You know, ones like in the movies?” I huffed. Moon still didn’t lower his unimpressed eyebrow. “I take it when they catch us, they don’t shout, “You’re It”, and then it’s our turn?”

“Baby, look at me. Try reaching for me.” Her fingers shook as she stretched her hand toward mine. “But I’m scared.” “Mummy won’t let anything happen to you.” The light burst as soon as our fingers touched. This time it didn't just glimmer. It went across the edge of the array like it had been sealed up and was finally free. The traces on the ground lit up and then broke apart with noise so loud that it made my ears ring. The shot hit Black Moon directly before he could get away.

he added. He then pointed the gun at me and before I could even utter a sound, he fired a shot directly at me, causing me to fall to the ground beside my mother. In minutes, I find myself within a circle that has no avoid standing in front of the Moon Goddess, I was sad and desperate, I prayed to the moon Goddess, hoping that they could be punishment, the Goddess pitied me and they promise to give me a chance to live again

The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything. I looked down at my hands, and they were no longer human. They were claws, sharp and deadly. What had I done? And then, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A figure standing in the shadows, watching me. Who was it? And what did they want from me? As I stood there, frozen in fear, the figure began to move towards me. And then, everything went black.

It made a neat arc and hit his cheekbone and slid in a line that looked like a sentence I had finally decided to write. His eyes flashed. He laughed again, wiped it with the back of his hand, smeared it into his beard like paint. “Camera,” he said cheerfully. “Did you get that?” The crewman nodded, sick. The lens shook. “Good,” Ronan said. He turned, shouted to the ring. “Move! We break camp. Blood Moon is tomorrow. The rite holds now like wet mortar. By tomorrow it will be stone. At moonrise, we finish.” He bent close to my ear. “You will thank me by then.”

Míriel closed her fist and the gravity pulled the moon back together. “Where’s Zoi?” Artemis asked, hand on her quiver. They fell silent, looking around. There was a beam from the far side of the planet, and a red streak. There were massive rings bedding him that spun as he ran towards them. The first ring launched towards them, and they jumped sideways, to avoid getting hit, when it exploded, the explosion taking a good chunk of the moon. “What the fuck was that?” Quinn asked, as Azea teleported them away. Zoi cocked his head in their direction, and another ring flew towards them. “Oh, now he’s pissed.”, Artemis said, firing three arrows at it, causing it to explode. “Thanks, Quinn.”, Zeus