Sunrise And Moondrop Novels & Stories

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

No letter, no goodbyes. Sol always argues that maybe his mother got scared of an abnormal boy like him, but the sisters recall his mother smiling lovingly and holding him tightly in her bosom. Sol guessed he'll never know. He arrived in the printing shop, collected his part and sped off to throw newspapers to every house and establishment under his list. He stopped in a traffic light in front of a TV store. The news showing the Moon Princess and the Lunar Eclipse that will happen today, or tonight rather. As he looked at the newspaper that he had, it also read the event. He wondered why he only read the headline now. Green light! Sol moved on. He only has until 9 in the morning to deliver th

"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.

By the time Shirley got to her window, the sun was already going down behind the horizon, she stood in silence as she watched the colors turn from vibrant red to pink then orange and finally yellow. Right from when she was younger, she has always been amazed by how the sun would set in a flurry of colors, with its promise to come again tomorrow, it held a promise of hope and a new day to come. It was magical how the sun and moon worked in perfect harmony, only ever meeting during an eclipse, it was a flawless balance of nature, of yin and yang. Hours like this when the sun took a break and gave way to the moon has always been her favourite part of nature because it felt like the Moon goddess

The crushed moss beneath us, the faint scent of our mingled bodies, were gentle reminders of the profound connection we had forged under the watchful gaze of the moon. I watched the sunrise, the fiery hues spreading across the sky, painting the ancient forest in vibrant colors. A sense of hope, fragile yet persistent, bloomed in my chest. We had faced darkness and emerged stronger, our bonds tested and reaffirmed. The future remained uncertain, the threat of unseen enemies still a lingering shadow, but in the quiet intimacy of the dawn, I felt a renewed sense of purpose, a deeper understanding of the love that bound us together. A soft groan escaped Ryder’s lips, and his silver eyes fluttere

"And let us not forget the artifact itself. It holds immense power, but we must approach it with caution. We must respect its potential and use it wisely. Our intentions must be pure, focused on bringing about positive change." As the radiant sun gradually descended beneath the distant horizon, its golden light relinquished its hold on the world, making way for the moon to embark on its celestial journey. The lunar orb, with its soft luminescence, began its ascent, casting an enchanting glow over the sprawling landscape. The transformation from day to night was a mesmerizing spectacle, painting the surroundings with an ethereal ambiance that stirred the depths of Scarlett's being.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the first light of day spilled into the glade where Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood, still pulsing with the lingering energy of the Moonflower. The soft glow of the flower contrasted sharply with the brightening sky, casting an ethereal light across their tired faces. The battle with Drax’s minions had left them breathless, but the victory felt monumental, a testament to their strength and unity. Yet, with the sun rising, a sense of urgency began to settle in. They had only a fleeting moment of peace before the storm would return.

[Amaryllis] [At the time of the attack] The sky glows like sunrise, the power of several missiles exploding above us, tearing apart the near perfect dark of our moonlit night. Dawn is still several hours away, but as the air burns behind us, it looks like the sun is about to eclipse the horizon. It is equal parts beautiful and terrifying.

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.