Soul Of Moonlight Novels & Stories

What really surprised Zephyr Khan was that. The mark between the brows of the Moon Spirit Clan was somewhat similar to the half-moon rune he had left. "The Moonlight Heart is a mysterious magic treasure that has been integrated with the power of countless moons in the world!" "The Moon Spirit Clan takes in the power of moonlight for their own use and believes in the moon!" "Could it be that there's some connection between the two?" At this time, Zephyr Khan suddenly thought a lot and began to guess. "Hehe!"

She could still hear the deafening roar of the pack as they accepted her, and the venomous whispers of the traditionalists who doubted her. And most vividly of all, her skin still hummed with the phantom touch of the glowing silver paste from the Whispering Lake. If she looked down at her collarbone, beneath the loose collar of her woven linen shirt, she could see the faint, pearlescent scar of the Anam rune—the mark of the soul. She was the Eternal Luna. The mother of Moonrise.

My screams did nothing to numb the pain, but they would not stop heaving from my battered body. I was already begging for mercy when Flame grasped my broken tail and twisted it in his grip. He severed any remaining connection to my body before tearing it free. Cold, electric shock rattled through my entire body, making my fingers numb. A wave of spinning nausea gripped both my stomach and head, making me feel like I was floating above the dead weight of my body for a moment. “You are Moon now” Flame growled, tossing down my tail at my face “even your bitch didn’t scream as much as you when she was in pain.”

“Fifty years ago, I was the Silvermoon Clan’s sharpest blade. If I hadn’t defied the previous chieftain, I never would’ve ended up rotting away in the Frozen Forest.” He walked over to the boulder Eira had been punching, running his gnarled fingers over its rough surface. “Moonlight power is the softest force on the continent—and the most brutal,” he said, his voice turning sharp. “The array in your mother’s journal isn’t wrong. But you’re using it wrong. You’re treating it like Blackrock earth power, trying to crush your opponent with weight.” Tom turned to face her. “Moonlight isn’t for smashing. It’s for cutting.”

But she didn’t let go. She waited. She prayed. And when the full moon rose, she carried his body into the clearing and let the moonlight touch his skin. Until something inside him stirred, the tether sparked, and the soul remembered its way home. My chest rose. It wasn’t a spell or a potion. It was light. Moonlight. I closed the book and held it to my chest, staring out the window as the last of the night slipped away. But I wasn’t tired anymore. My chest was tight, but not from panic this time.

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

Amethyst lowered her head to the ground before turning around to find her place beside Pyro while I watched them with pain and pride in my heart. 'I love you, Darvin. This run is for you…' Sofia sent a mindlink before Pyro howled to the moon, and together with Amethyst, their paws padded the earth as they sprang forward to lead the pack of newly shifted pups, followed behind by our warriors and Gamma Hayden’s wolves, for a full moon run. "That was beautiful…" Celeste’s soft voice reached my ears as her arms wrapped around my body and hugged me. I rested my chin on the top of her head and let out a deep breath as the pack of wolves vanished from my sight.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

One wanted more in the dead, silent heart of solitude, while the other aspired to something far beyond the severe commitments of loyalty and tradition. The moon, high above the treetops, basked in its silver light that cast the night in a pearlescent hue.Luca and Aria find themselves staring at the beautiful moon. Though from very different worlds and separated by rivalry and distance, still their hearts beat with the same cries: freedom, understanding, and maybe something else. .