Tales Of Moonlight And Rain の小説・ストーリー

From The Nora’s Logophile Board Flumadidle: (n.) Utter Nonsense *** 'Keeping the pure radiance of the moon as the witness, the heir of the Rakh Clan, and the firstborn female of the Paristo family are to be bound by marriage.' That was what stated in the letter Rosalind got a while ago. As she dragged her tired body into her house she thought, ‘What the hell?!’

A Winter’s Tale Mei moves with her family to the hinterlands, where cold gods reign, and colder climes draw hoarfrost on her coal black hair. This is the first time the girl, barely a young woman, Has seen snow. The peaks of the mountains are like icicles piercing the sky, and at night, the moon is the brightest she has ever seen, like a bright silver coin, nestled at the crest of the ridges. One night, the Bear that Swallowed the Moon comes

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Claire and Colton were siblings—and his aunt, Elena, had been moon-kissed. "You're Claire's brother," Channary whispered, the realization hitting her like a blow to the chest. Her lips parted as she turned it over in her head, piecing it together. "Your aunt was moon-kissed." Colton's eyes met hers again, drawn in like a tide to the moon. The air shimmered faintly between them, the pull undeniable. But Channary broke the spell first. She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in my house?"

Edeline Outside, the moon had finally risen above the treetops, casting a soft glow that filtered through the leaves, which fluttered and danced in the gentle breeze. Autumn was approaching, its presence evident in the crisp air and falling leaves. The moonlight illuminated my room with a calming, ethereal glow. I stared up at the moon, wishing for healing, hoping for strength. I needed to develop a stronger will. I pleaded silently for a solution, for a way to address all the mistakes and find a path through this painful situation.

“Just stress.” But even as I said it, I didn’t believe it. The moonlight spilled through my window, landing on the floor like a silver pool. It was brighter than before, brighter than any full moon I had ever seen. It reached toward me like fingers, crawling up my legs, my arms, my face. My heart thumped hard. The old stories whispered in my memory. The ones about wolves who couldn’t shift back. The ones about spells and curses, about the Moon Goddess marking someone for a path they didn’t choose.

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the sky clear; with no heavy, dark, rain clouds blocking the moonlight. The sunny afternoon was gone in a blink and the hours of raining seemed like forever. The important thing was, the rain was over. It wouldn’t be too cold at night to sleep anymore nor too dark outside with the thick clouds. When nightfall came, it was time for the moon to shine and illuminate the earth, guiding the lost soul to the right path and pulling those in despair from the abyss.

Torrance said, sounding as wise and strong as I'd ever heard her. The sky darkened suddenly, and a gentle pitter patter of rain released, as if nature was matching her mood to our own. The blue-grey sky and the rain streaked windows swallowed the kitchen whole, dimming the light and warmth with every gentle clap of thunder. Leona sighed, glancing out at the forming storm, "The Moon Goddess weeps, too. We're in for a storm in more ways than one."

Zelda watched with caution as I raised my hands up into the air and when my eyes finally opened they were focused on the rain, the ancient spells swirling on my tongue as I breathed. It was as if I was seeing in slow motion, I could see every single droplet of rain and as they fell I turned them to fire. I set fire to the rain and watched with victory as these droplets of fire rained hell down onto the hunters that were emerging from the forest. Their screams echoing as they fell to the ground rolling around in agonising pain as they tried to extinguish the fire that took hold. There must have been at least two hundred hunters, but not a single one made it past the border of the forest. They

Dreams. He’d tell our unborn child stories about strength and redemption, about what it meant to rise after falling. And every time, I would think: Maybe this is what the Creator wanted for us all along. One night, a storm rolled in. Heavy, cleansing rain poured down as thunder rumbled softly in the distance. I couldn’t sleep, so I slipped out of bed and wandered to the window. The moonlight shimmered over the wet grass, painting everything silver. I’m always finding peace just by looking at the moonlight.