Story About The Sun And The Moon 소설 & 이야기

⸻ The Forgotten Truth “We were born under a cursed moon — twin daughters of enemies bound by prophecy. Our father, Cyril, was the Alpha of the Shining Pack. Our mother, Mia, a witch known across five realms for her power and pride. They hated each other. But the Moon Goddess forced them together — because only their union could create us. Hybrids. The ones the gods feared. The coven came for us. So did the pack. We were hunted by the very blood that made us. So we ran. To the mountain.” ⸻ Aya took a step closer. The sky above her darkened. “We grew up here. Strong. Bold.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

All at once. He didn’t cry. He laughed. “Why are you laughing?” a pup asked. “Because it’s beautiful,” Sol said. “All of it. The bleeding. The resting. The both. It’s all beautiful.” For 40 days, Sol told stories. Not new ones. Old ones. But he told them like they were happening now. Because in the sky’s memory, they were. On day 40, Luna’s Heart split again. 100 more moons. The sky now had 600,000 moons.

When it was evening, Finn staggered out of the bar. The setting sun and the moon were coexisting above his head. He found it to be a rare phenomenon. Yet, as he looked up, tears were overflowing from the corners of his eyes for some reason. “Zetty, you’re the rising moon, and I’m the sun that’s about to submerge into the horizon.” Finn smiled mournfully and said, “You’ve always wished to stay with the setting sun, but you’ve never stopped to think about how lonely the moon is once the sun fades away.”

Valerie explained. I listened carefully to her explanation. I thought it sounded like it could work but, without knowing the words, and with my inability to speak, I wasn’t sure how but, I knew I could find a way. I thought about the Moon Goddess, she is all-knowing and loving. She gave birth to wolves and werewolves alike. It was told for centuries to all the pups. The Moon Goddess had been lonely, she had always wanted to find her mate. One day, she discovered the Sun God, her true mate. When the first lunar eclipse took place centuries ago, the Moon Goddess was finally able to reach her true mate, the Sun God. When they mated, she gave birth to a magnificent species, the wolf. She loved t

Alaska was our secret, a place to run to so the Master could never find us and we could live our days out without having to spill blood. “It's a story my mother used to tell me when I was young. It's about the moon and how it gives powers to little males so they can shift and run free.” Gideon is stroking my hair but I still refuse to open my eyes; he’s speaking so softly that I can almost pretend I’m dreaming. “You see, once the moon had a sister but she wandered too close to the sun and cracked open like a giant egg; out poured shifters of all kinds. Dragons, bears, wolves, panthers and so many more. Hunters, gatherers, lovers and fighters. Seeing her sisters' creation, the moon hid us fro

***A saying*** There is a saying that goes around about a kind of love that is impossible to find. A kind of love that overtakes your entire being, That type of love that can lift you up to the highest of heights or bring you down to the lowest of lows. The saying goes that the moon and the sun were once lovers, destined to be together for all time. And that in a jealous rage the stars cursed them to be separated for all eternity. They say the sun loved the moon very much, so much so, that the sun died every day just to let the moon breathe.

It was gigantic, as if it was made for people to jump from there and fly through the skies. "At this time the sun and the moon gather in the sky" she said and pointed to the window and when I faced the crimson sky, I saw them in the distance, next to each other as in the forgotten tales where they said that the sun and the moon were lovers. The bright moon in a beautiful silver that illuminated the skies and the sun... the sun that was swallowed by the shadows and now was black and stained by the darkness that ravaged our world. At that time it did not matter what prophecies or what bad the black sun looked like - it was simply beautiful.

"And to ensure that people notice its shine, the Sun even goes into hiding when it's time for the Moon to rise." "I never thought about it like that," Ahankara smiled. "You are right. The Sun is not even selfish like the people who stare at the Moon. The Sun does not wish to cage her, or to keep her to himself. As long as the Moon wants to shine, the Sun provides her with his light." "Hmm, sounds like a beautiful love story, except the Sun and the Moon do not meet. Ever," Neharika replied. "That's not true. In rare circumstances, you will see them up in the sky, simultaneously."