Sun And Moon Drop Novels & Stories

"We aren't gods. We’re barely survivors. Where are the twins?" "Safe," Marcus said, not looking up. "But the world... Master Victor, look up. Look at what you have given us." Victor followed the man's trembling finger. It was midday. The sun was a bright, harsh disc in the center of the sky. But right beside it, massive and shimmering with a cold, crystalline light, sat the moon. It was a perfect, brilliant circle. No crescent. No shadow. A permanent, bloated full moon that refused to fade even in the face of the sun.

Matzher chuckled again and did not answer. Yarsi lowered his head and clenched his fists painfully. The crimson ball of the sun slowly descended to the horizon. Soon he will touch the tops of the trees and hide in the thickets of the forest. The night will come into its own, and its eternal companion, the moon, will illuminate the world with its ghostly light.

where my love was displayed as a foolish, messy mistake. The people didn't attack us. They simply watched us with those hollow, silver eyes, their collective "Peace" acting as a psychic pressure that tried to drown out our "Grey" fire. "Mother, look at the moon," Leo said, pointing upward. The sun was high, but the moon was visible too—a massive, solid silver disc that was currently eclipsing the violet star. From the moon, a single beam of white light shot down into the center of the city, into the Inner Sanctum.

Blackmoon once shrouded in the shadows of manipulation, now stood as a beacon of celestial purity. As the pink sun dipped below the horizon, casting a cascade of pastel hues across the Blackmoon landscape, Luna's celestial aura seemed to blend seamlessly with the cosmic tapestry of Blackmoon. The source of manipulation had been dismissed, and the Blackmoon enclave revelled in the newfound clarity that adorned its Blackmoon streets.

I took a deep breathe making them stare at me and wait for my words to fall. “The sun and the moon, it represents our life.The sun rises and it's a new day, then it continued on shining. But sometimes...there are unexpected rains.But there's always a rainbow after.The sunset, it always reminds us that happy endings are possible, to remind us to stay alive. Then when time comes, the moon will show up, the moon represents the best people in your life, the ones who will give you light in your darkest hours. When the moon felt your okay, it will disappear and the sun will shine again, but the moon will always be there with you when you feel like you are alone.” They are still staring at me and I

I would be forever in their debt. I looked up and found that the moon had only completed its first phase. The entire moon was now blood red. We had to wait for the moon and sun not to be aligned anymore. It was only then we would regain our abilities. I remembered the many poems Quade had written about this sun and moon. Many of them mentioned their meeting. As beautiful as it sounded in a poem, it sucked in reality. But maybe we were exactly like the sun and moon aligned. Spectacular but deadly to anyone around us.

The disappearance of the moon was not just an unusual event in the sky; it was a death sentence. The Purge-Moon, now revealed to be anchored in a hidden "Sync-Orbit" on the far side of the planet, started its gravitational sabotage, causing the Earth to groan. Tides retreated miles from the shore, only to return as towering walls of black water. The atmosphere thinned at the poles, and the ground beneath Aethel-Luna shook as the planet was forced to spin backward.

She could not finish her line. Gianna instantly fell onto the ground. A teardrop rolled down on her face and fell to the ground from her right eye. Her pulse rate was lowering continuously. Her eyes were closed but she kept hugging her sword. ************************************* After walking several miles, Danyel and Yasvie reached a rock which was called ‘The Moon Rock’. Both of them were slightly tired. “Sire, shall we stop here for a bit?” Yasvie asked while panting. Danyel agreed. They sat near the Moon Rock.

They are getting closer. Just as Ash breaks through the tree line a fire ball crashed into the earth right next to him. He quickly jumps to the side and throws his head up to the sky. The moon is beginning to cry again and it's tears are like fire balls crashing into the earth. They are unpredictable where they land and they have no remorse for the casualties they cause. The falling fire balls light up a path for me and I can see smoke rising from the town square as more screams fill the night air. Not only are our people fighting for their lives, but now they have an uncontrollable flame bouncing all around them making it so much more difficult.

"Because I asked you to." So, I stayed. I sat on the east wing window seat with the curtain pulled back three inches with my notebook in my lap and nothing written in it, while I watched the grounds. The perimeter lights ran in a chain along the north wall and bent around the west corner and the gap between them. At midnight the grounds were still. At twelve-eleven they weren't. Two figures moved through the exact gap with deliberateness like they had memorised where the light stopped. They weren’t running; rather they were walking, low and fast, following the line of the treeline along the north edge where the shadow was deepest.