Tears Of The Moon 소설 & 이야기

He said his arms folded across his chest, he too after the long chit-chat with Lola you would feel your jaw gnawing and painting you like you've got hard corn stuck in it, he left stylishly and Lola continued with her knitting just who care, the old woman probably has sleep disorder right now. Ogling at Moon the sweet sensation of my moment with Andrea came flooding and a pool of tears was running down my eyes, just how hard it is to believe the love I tried to forget had come with the thought of rekindling but the worse came in, I started through the sky and the night would be have forgotten me for long before sending it's sleep package to liven my heart maybe it will liven up. ***

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

I was tagged the strict and ‘no mercy’ alpha but I did not care, as long as people feared me, whatever floats their boats is what they can call me. They wouldn’t dare disrespect me. The royalties of the Crescent pack are direct descendants of the first werewolves and every pack member must partake in the moon fall ceremony where a blood oath is renewed among all pack members. That way, we all share the same blood and strengthen our bond with the moon goddess.

Dwelling in the past was clearly getting me nowhere. We had breakfast and as soon as we were done headed off to the first place on the to-do list; Crescent Moon springs. It was probably the most famous water body in the Lycan kingdom. Everybody knew about it, and the water was rumored to have healing properties. It was believed that this was the place where the first Lycan shed tears. Apparently, its tear had broken the earth and created the crescent moon spring. It was a nice story, but everybody knew it was a myth.

Never mind that. I felt like I was close to uncovering the entire mystery behind the blood moon from the paragraph I was going through. "... Once in a hundred years, the moon goddess would cry blood tears from the heavens for her children whom had left her side and descended to rule the earths. Her tears would stain the moon and cause her descendents to be vulnerable and feel as much pain in their hearts as she did for being separated from them." I glanced at the next two paragraphs and my heart skipped a beat in shock and fear.

My silent tears fill the pillow. In less than a week, I’ve fallen in love with Catch Xavier Moon.

He explained. “Really? That’s convenient.” I said with a chuckle. “I will try it later. Right now, I just want to feel the world around me.” I said while I looked up at the sky, sparkling with stars. I looked at the moon, which seemed to be smiling down at us, I smiled back. Thank you, moon goddess, for granting me this wonderful life. I tilted my head back and howled, for the first time in my life I feel normal, welcomed, and like I finally found where I belong. The others howled as well, giving thanks to the moon goddess. Soon more howls were heard, adding to the chorus being sent to the moon. It was so beautiful I felt a little teary-eyed knowing this was my pack.

The Moonspring Oasis—it was our pack's most sacred place, where the Moon Goddess was said to have bestowed her dew. Its waters could heal any wound and strengthen a wolf's spirit. Guardianship meant control over the pack's spiritual heart. Just then, Zander also ascended the altar. He drew an ancient, rune-carved box from his inner pocket. In the moonlight, his fingers were long and strong. He opened it to reveal a silver necklace with a moonstone pendant shaped like a teardrop. "That's the Tear of the Moon Goddess!" someone in the crowd gasped. "The sacred heirloom passed down through generations of Lunas!"

Her gaze softened at the sight of Ravena’s tears. “My little moon,” she whispered faintly, her lips barely moving. “Forgive me.” Then her eyes fluttered shut once more. The room filled with silence — heavy, sacred, and full of unfinished love. The rain had not stopped for two days in Silvermoon. It fell gently that morning, a soft whisper against the stone walls, like the heavens themselves were mourning with Ravena. Her mother’s fever had worsened through the night. The healers could do nothing now but ease her pain and whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess.

Vega screamed even louder, only to wake up from a nightmare. She breathed heavily, and her heart raced badly. It was just a dream, she thought, but the dream seemed so real. Suddenly, she felt something on her eyes, and when she placed her hands on it, she was shocked to find out it was tears. Did she cry for real? "oh no." This wasn't to be taken lightly, this was her first time dreaming about something so dreadful that she cried into reality. "Jackie?" She mind linked her wolf immediately. Her wolf responded just as quickly.