Stranger Things Moon Novels & Stories

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

And I walked into my new campus, my new life, my new self. Kael stood outside my tent for ten minutes before he accepted I wasn't coming out. He'd felt the pack-link go silent at midnight. Assumed I was sulking. Blocking him to make a point. He'd waited until morning. Letting me "cool off." Then walked over to escort me to Silver Peak himself. The tent flap was tied shut. Undisturbed since yesterday. He cut it open with one claw. Inside: gear gone. Shredded backup forms on the floor. My mother's necklace—left on the pillow. The journal—open to *Silver Peak together. Always, Fen.*

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

for attention. A total stranger could feel my pain. But my own mate? He'd just cut the connection. I patted the girl's hand. "It's okay. I made it. I guess the Moon Goddess decided it wasn't my time yet." When the long flight finally ended, I turned my phone back on. A message popped up. "See the blood moon yet? Why no photos?"

"But I want your people to see that the Silver Moon can honor their heart as well as our own. We will have both. A union of the silk and the stone." The peaceful planning was cut short by a sharp, discordant scream from the high spire. Maya was standing at the very edge of the quartz railing, her violet eyes wide and unblinking, her golden aura flaring with a terrified intensity. She wasn't looking at the moon anymore; she was looking past it. "The signal changed!" Maya cried, her voice echoing through the palace like a crack of thunder. "The lunar twin isn't calling us home. It’s screaming a warning. The 'Stellar Void' is coming."

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

Soon, she fell asleep. Moon went back to his mansion but froze at the door. He signalled Matt that he smelled strangers inside his house. Matt quickly ran to the door, opened it and sniffed around. Moon was right, some strangers were in the mansion. Matt instructed Moon to stay outside and he followed the stranger's scent he was sniffing. Moon stood by the door but he felt something was really wrong. Like his sixth sense telling him to follow Matt behind. And he did. Without making noise, Moon followed Matt. As he reached closer to the drawing room he heard his parents arguing with some strangers.

The moon, a distant observer, seemed to reflect the turmoil within his soul. In a clandestine meeting with a mysterious informant, Jonas unearthed a crucial piece of information. Caleb's lair, concealed in the heart of the city, became a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Armed with newfound knowledge, Jonas embarked on a perilous journey into the heart of the supernatural abyss. The moonlit glade, a distant memory, fueled his determination to rescue Chloe from the clutches of a man consumed by shadows. The confrontation that awaited them would test the limits of love and resilience. The moon, casting its indifferent glow over the unfolding drama, seemed to hold its breath in an

Let Atlantis sleep a little longer. We’ve earned this summer. Tsatoke Blood June 10th 2028, full moon night on the ridge We’re lying on the hood of Remy’s SUV, parked at the highest point above the valley, watching the moon rise huge and orange over the Ouachitas. He’s quiet tonight (the kind of quiet that means something’s heavy on his chest). I nudge his shoulder. Celeste: “Talk to me, coyote boy.” He exhales, long and slow, then rolls onto his side so we’re face to face.