Sometimes The Sun Goes Round The Moon Novels & Stories

Annie, sensing the shift, quickly interjected, "Renee, we're discussing this competition, not historical designs. Why bring that up?" Hearing this, the reporter regained confidence and retorted, "Exactly. In this competition, only the two of you used celestial themes. So what's wrong with my question?" Renee calmly stared at them both and then asked, "If you're so convinced I borrowed the idea, then explain to me why I didn't use the sun and moon together, but instead only chose stars and the moon." Confused, the reporter asked, "What do you mean?" Renee looked into the camera and spoke clearly, "The sun belongs to the day and never shares the night with the stars or the moon. They aren't pa

what could possibly go wrong? Moon's blessings, Odessa 🌙✨

“I see.. look. there is a tradition that we follow in this place, on such full moons we go home early so we can give others the chance to tour the city” “Others?” A confused look flash through my face. “On a full moon, it is believed that the spirits are looking down on us and blessing us so we make sure to go home early so we won’t obstruct their presence” Now I badly want to laugh, who even came up with something absurd? The full moon appears when it has moved in its full orbit so that the earth is in between the moon and the sun, so how could they liken this to the appearance of spirits? “So am i supposed to believe that absurd line ma’am?” A small smile appears on my face.

“Must be the full moon behind it because the sun is on the other side of the sky.” Jason nods, looking up again. “We only need to climb up there.” Oh, damn.

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

Clearly he was also battling with his wolf. “Anytime from now to the next day but the super moon should speed things up.” The moon. Lori looked up at the moon and instantly felt dizzy. She blacked out.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

Kai added, "but that's not it." He flipped a page in his notebook to show some scribbles that were impossible to read, with some circles on the top of the page. "They were all born on the night of full moon." That caught my attention. "That's not it, they were all murdered on the night of the full moon as well," Kai circled the circle once again in his notebook, which I assumed was the moon. "But yesterday was the full moon," I stated, thinking about hearing any recent news, "there was no murder yesterday."