Talking To The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

I snap automatically, though the words sound hollow even to me. The man smiles. “Wasn’t it?” he asks. “Tell me, Kael—did the Moon ever speak to you again after that night?” Silence. Because the answer is no. The Moon went quiet. Cold. Distant. Like a lover who had taken one look at me and decided I wasn’t worth the effort. “She didn’t steal anything from me,” I say, more to convince myself than him. “No,” he agrees. “She didn’t steal it.”

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

“I… had a bad dream.” She didn’t hesitate. She crossed the room and sat beside me, pulling her blanket over us both like a shield. “Wanna talk about it?” I shook my head at first, but the tremor in my hands betrayed me. I hated how unsteady I felt. Camille noticed it too. She took my hand in hers and squeezed gently. “Was it your mom again?” “No. It was… something else,” I murmured. “There was this symbol, and fog, and I heard voices. They called me… the daughter of dusk and moonlight.”

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

“Something smaller. Something that can cross before He does. A feeler. A thorn. A child.” Baylee’s stomach turned, bile rising. “No.” “Listen,” the Moon whispered, sudden urgency flaring in Her voice. “Listen to Me, Baylee Vale. He will send something that is not Him. It will beg.” Baylee’s breath caught. “It will smell like the ones you cannot lose,” the Moon said. “It will use their faces. It will use their voices. It will tell you, ‘just open the door a little, just a little, just enough to let me through so I can stay, so I don’t have to go back.’ It will cry. It will scream. It will tell you you are cruel if you say no.”

Above, the Moon hung fat and bright. Luna squinted up at Her. “Why will you not talk to me?” she whispered. She had heard elders speak of the Moon’s whispers. Of guidance in dreams. Of warmth. She had felt… something. Prickles. Tugs. Nothing so clear as a voice. Not yet. The Moon’s face shimmered. For a瞬, the cracks Luna had always seen brightened. Like veins of silver pulsing. A faint, low note thrummed through the air.

His life was completely ruined. I watched their fates, and my heart remained still. I had a happy family and parents who loved me. These three men were nothing more than a bad dream from another lifetime. The Moon Goddess's form began to fade. Before she disappeared completely, she gently kissed my cheek. "Goodbye, kid." "Goodbye," I whispered softly. "May you be happy forever." As the last ray of moonlight vanished, I slowly opened my eyes. Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains.

I mumbled, “Tell me what you remember” I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I have avoided reliving this memory for the past seventeen years, with only my dreams betraying me. The pain from just thinking about it, still feels as fresh as if it were just yesterday. Everything about the way that my naive twenty-one-year-old self thought my life would turn out, all came crashing down in a fiery explosion that day. “It was not long after sunrise that we got the call form the Alpha, the hunters had crossed the borders into Moon Light” I began my story.

Opening my eyes, with determination written all over my face, I started to speak out loud and strong the words that Edmond wrote down, “I am calling out for the gatekeeper to open the passage and let us through, to seek for the help of the great White Moon warriors.” My eyes started to shine white as the words were being spoken, making the white light appear from the crack where my hand was, making everyone gasp and stand up as they watched, mesmerized by the scene that appeared before their eyes. “Say it again.” Jessabelle instructed me. Feeling a moment later, warmth spread all over my body, I repeated the words, “I am calling out for the gatekeeper to open the passage and let us through,