Sundrop And Moondrop Novels & Stories

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

I shrug, sucking gently on his earlobe. "So? What do you care?" I whisper in his ear. I feel one of his arms reach behind me and wrap around my lower back. He pulls me tightly against his body, shoving my face in his chest with his free hand. I'm forced to stop for a moment and listen to him. "A MoonDrop is made of waters from a pool constantly bathed in moonlight and absinthe. They are very, very strong. How many did you have?" I try and think, but all I can focus on is how good he smells.

"I’ve been called many things, little one. But for you, I’m the answer to all your problems." “What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping closer. “Are you following me?" She vanished. "Huh?” Just like that. And then reappeared right in front of me. I stumbled back. “What the hell—” She extended a wrinkled hand towards me. In her palm was a leaf. Not just any leaf. It glowed under the moonlight like it had been kissed by the stars. “This is a Moonlight Drop,” she said softly. “These only fall when the moon kisses them goodnight. They hold power, especially for those tormented by dreams.”

LUNA NADIA’S LUNA CEREMONY - SILVER MOON PACK CELESTE. "Are you okay?" Darvin reached for my hand and squeezed it gently as he stared at me. He just turned off the engine of his car, and we remained seated inside. We were outside the ballroom where Nadia would be inducted as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. And it meant I would be meeting all the Alphas and Lunas invited to the event.

He looked to me, I stared back a him with an arched brow waiting for him to continue. " Ok I don't know how to say this, but... We have a.. We have a mole in our security. " He said. As he handed me a manila envelope. Jerid took the envelope, Opening it inside was pictures of luna, and I around each other as well as separate. Along with a printed note that read. Meet me under the blood moon, or this pack will lose another Luna. A growl left me, As I set the envelope on the desk.

Silence then fell as everyone looked around wondering if the spell worked. Looking at the spot where Celeste was pulled from, all that remained was Luna Rayne’s necklace. Sal walked to the middle of the circle and bent down and picked the necklace up from the ground. I noticed when Sal held the necklace up to the sun the moonstone seemed to have a slight green cast to it, and I wondered if it had gotten damaged. Sal then walked over to Luna Rayne who was standing beside me and said, “Your necklace now not only holds the power of the moonstone but also the sunstone too.

The once-fading reality began to bloom anew, its essence harmonizing with the song of the Nexus Tree. As the realm pulsated with fresh vitality, the guardians and Echo-Selene rejoiced in their collective accomplishment. But amid the celebration, a distant, ominous hum grew steadily louder. The guardians glanced at each other, their joy replaced with uncertainty. Ezra, his senses sharp, looked up, exclaiming, "The sky! Look!" Above them, a vortex of swirling colors and energy formed, pulsing in tandem with the revitalized realm's heartbeat. Within its depths, silhouettes of countless other realities flashed, each vying for a place, drawn by the new energy they had unleashed.

I slowly dropped my cup on the island as disappointment and self-doubt etched itself on my face. “Alice?” I looked up at my mother, tears pooling in my eyes. I’m a failure; a total failure. “Hey, don’t be like that” She stood up from her seat and came around to mine before wrapping me up in her arms as I sobbed quietly. It sucks being like this.

As she stepped onto the festival grounds, her breath caught. All around her, the clearing was alive with vibrant colors and decorations. Strands of lights draped between trees, their warm golden glow illuminating the space like starlight caught in branches. The air was thick with the spicy-sweet scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and fresh pine resin, and soft drumming pulsed in the distance, the beat low and primal, echoing through her chest like a heartbeat. Every sound, every movement seemed to fall into rhythm with the beat, as if the Blood-Moon itself was alive and calling to them.

A light split through the storm, brighter than the blood moon, purer than any spell cast by the gods. It descended—slowly, steadily—until it found Ava, suspended in the air like a breath between worlds. She didn’t move. Her eyes were shut, her arms loose by her sides. But the wind around her had stilled, as if the mountain itself dared not breathe. Then it began. From her back, two currents of energy burst—one of burning silver, the other deep crimson. They twisted and wove into each other, creating a spiral of twin flames that rose into the heavens. Her skin shimmered, turning pale gold beneath the silver moonlight.