Talking In To The Moon Novels & Stories

They appeared without sound, standing still, surrounding Tamar in a widening circle. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. More. All still. The moment Tamar stood, eyes opening to the sickle of moonlight above, every single hooded figure dropped to one knee. “Master Tamar,” one said, voice like velvet death. “I was hoping you’d call.” Tamar pulled back his hood. His eyes burned with a vengeance centuries old. “What do you want us to do?” “It’s pretty simple. The Lunar Sentients bit more than what they can chew by taking one of our own so we return the favour by returning to where we know they’d be.” Tamar said.

"Are you coming? I'd rather drive you home so your feet don't get sore from walking barefoot." I looked down at my bare feet and looked back up at the car. I felt defeated, so I walked over to the car and got into the passenger side. He loaded up the bike into the trunk the best he could. Had he been looking for me this whole time? "He's our mate! Of course, he was watching over us. What a man!" "Okay, here's the deal, Evelyn. I don't know what a mate is, and I don't know how to work this whole, talking to my wolf, thing. So can you take it easy on me? Maybe let everything sink in before speaking to me again?"

As the time came to settle the bill, I reached for my debit card. However, as I motioned to the waiter, he stopped me, "Never! I won't allow my lady to pay while I'm still seated here." I smiled, "It's my treat," I insisted. "It's my bill," he countered. "Darling, you can take care of the bill in a different way," I whispered. "How?" I leaned in closer, "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars..." I hummed the lyrics. "How am I supposed to do that? Get a rocket? Isn't that more expensive than the bill?"

Many questions in my head are all seeking answers. “My mate, Calla, told me about her uncle who lost his mate to a terrible accident. Her death drove him crazy, he was going to be a rogue. But the moon goddess, being merciful, gave him a second-chance mate. And they are living happily together with their pups. So it's likely going to be the same case.” Roman answers intelligently. I bet this is the most intelligent thing he has said in a long time. “Yes. I've read about that, once, but I didn't know it was real. You need to go talk to her, brother. You'll be fine.” Catherine reassures me, sitting beside me and squeezing my arm, trying to comfort me.

She answered while she’s staring at the water in front of her, trying to figure out how the Goddess of Goodwill uses this to communicate with the creatures below the moon without jumping into it like what she and Goddess Elpis did almost a year ago. “Amira?” “Morgan?” She called out as she tried to dip one of her fingers on the pond. “Yes?” Morgan answered as he sat on his windowsill while staring at the moon as usual. It had become his habit to sit on his windowsill as soon as the moon appeared in the sky. Amira’s voice is much more clearer at this time of the day. Even when the sun is up, they can actually still talk, however, daytime to the living realm means resting hours for some of the

You've got this. “So… remember when I mentioned meeting the Moon Goddess?” I started, trying to sound casual. As if randomly chatting with a divine supernatural being was totally normal. The room went so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Victor's gadgets continued their soft electronic symphony, almost like they were anticipating something big. And trust me, something was definitely brewing. “It wasn't just a dream,” I continued, my voice gaining strength. “She was… real. More real than anything I've ever experienced.”

I asked, leaning into his palm. "For the Council? Perhaps," Malachi murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "They fear change. They fear a power they can't categorize. But for me..." He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. The Tether between us was no longer a cable; it was an ocean. We were drowning in each other, our frequencies blurring until I couldn't tell where my breath ended and his began. "For me, it’s the only thing that makes sense. A world where the Moon and the Earth finally speak the same language."

Small clusters of puffy white clouds fill my vision. “I know someone you can talk to.” Moon’s voice is soft against my hair. “I know that’s part of your problem. We have secrets you can’t divulge and it worries you.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Moon,” I whisper, drawing out the sound. “You can tell him anything. Spill all of our secrets if needed. I’m calling him, but it could be several days to a week before he arrives.”

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?"

“They are here. Someone is anyway. They just entered her living space.” “Yell out that you’re New Species,” Book paused. “Now.” Moon closed his eyes, his back to the door, not wanting to jar Joy. “I’m New Species!” he stated loudly. “I’m armed but it’s tucked into the back of my waistband. I won’t use the gun. I’m on the phone with Homeland.” “Put me on speaker,” Book demanded. “I don’t think her phone has that option.” Moon glanced at it. He didn’t see it on the face. “It doesn’t.”