Sunrise And Moondrop Novels & Stories

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

The demon blood and the Moonblood finding the same frequency for a moment, the seam between them steady and incandescent, the integration doing the thing it had been built to do. The light was starting to come back. The moon releasing the sun by fractions, the corona beginning to narrow, the stars overhead beginning to lose their noon-sky visibility as the ordinary daylight reasserted itself. The red horizon fading. The world deciding to return to something that had a usual category. Not yet. The eclipse was not over yet. But it was ending.

The next morning, after a week of fierce wind and rain, the weather finally cleared up. As the radiant sun rose from the east, all the werewolves cheered and howled at it together, filled with ecstatic joy even more intense than when facing a full moon. The damn hurricane had passed, and the damn lockdown was finally coming to an end.

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

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.

"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.

"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.”