Tales Of Moonlight And Rain Novels & Stories

He had walked it a thousand times when he was young. He reached the Moon Spring. The water was clear and cold. The same rocks sat by the edge, worn smooth by years of use. The same stars reflected on the surface, bright and distant. He sat down on the grass. He lay back and looked up at the sky. He remembered a girl with dark hair and bright eyes. He remembered her laugh. Her hand in his. Her voice, soft and sure, saying, "Moonstones are the moon's tears. If I hold onto it, the moon will help you find me."

Closing the window, I nearly jumped out of my skin when Zayle wrapped his arms around me. “That’s the second time I’ve caught you in the rain.” I smiled. “There is a saying that the goddess is in the rain.” “Isn’t it the Moon Goddess? Wouldn’t she be in the moonbeams or something?” My eyebrow rose. “You are rusty on your lore aren’t you?” Zayle shrugged. “What I know is that I woke up to an empty bed, it raining outside, with my mate in the rain and smoking.” He nodded to the desk. “You really shouldn’t.”

Not from the car ride, but because I knew what those hills meant. We were getting close. By nightfall, rain was falling steadily. Thick, slow droplets that slapped the windshield and left everything outside looking smeared and sleepy. The sky was so overcast that even though it was a full moon tonight, I couldn't see it. The light—what little there was—was pale and strange. I remembered something the oracle had told me once: "Don't go into a full moon with a grudge. Take care of it before, or deal with the consequences. Even old wolves with lifetimes of control fall to emotion when they're high on moonlight."

The Moonlight bled through the shattered ceiling, soft and cold. The ceremony was over. And silence claimed the hall.

“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.

Trivia split her eyes open slowly, her gaze fixed on her surroundings while she glanced around.Why was she awake? The last thing she recalled was being in bed, a little more tired than she needed to be. But this wasn't her bed; as a matter of fact, nothing around looked like hers. She tensed up as it all came to her: the memories of the previous occurrences—she had been crying in the rain, Kylen had chased her, some passersby had helped her. So why was she here?.