Tears Of The Moon Novels & Stories

I do as she asks and when I look up I see what she is seeing and my stomach falls to my feet. The meteor shower is coming from the bottom of the moon and falling straight down, not shooting across the sky like normal. I have only ever heard of such an astronomical phenomenon. Indeed, it does look like the tears of the moon. The last record of this being documented was over 200 years ago and shortly after the sighting there was a massive war between packs. Leaving a total estimate of over 400 deaths including men, women, children, and elderly. Schools were burned to the ground with children inside, churchs blown to bits, women strung up in the middle of packs a

Walking on the dark road, Walking by the silent pound, Sitting by the old lord, Sky looking rosy gold, A scared boy called you, Crying for single you, Teary eyes finding you, Trembling hand calling you, Weak cries filling skies, Asking for you flying high, Starry sky awaiting you, Walking Moon passing by. Young lad calming down, Watching you smiling now, Bunny boy watching you, Walking Moon passing by. Taking you in the hand, Younger boy running home, Keeping you in the gleam, Sleeping now for your dream, Walking home singing high, Walking Moon passing by.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Her stomach gave a sound, “Huh I should not be going to the kitchen in the middle of the night.” She got up and gazed outside the window. She stared at the big round shinny moon in the sky. It looked as beautiful as anything could be. She opened the window to let the cool fresh air come inside. She stared at the moon and cared about nothing. She started to feel strange. Her head started getting dizzy. Her nails started to grow. She could feel her bones moving and changing their places. She could feel hair grow on her skin. She didn’t know what to do. She turned to the mirror and saw hair grow all over her body. She saw her clothes tearing off. She was scared. It was painful but ticklish too.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

The Luna Puer Pack 2002, Tver Region, Central Part of European Russia Leaves rustled wildly as the strong wind raged; the clouds that looked like they were hanging above in the dark sky parted as if to give way to the big, almost translucent full moon. A blur of something white passes through the tall grasses, stirring some nightly animals from their slumber. Panting hard and roughly able to run fast enough anymore, she let out a groan but she didn’t stop, she run through the night despite being barefooted.

I cried, demanding answers from the ghosts who lived with me. I eventually carried myself from the ground and out of the annoying outfit then onto the floor once again since I didn't have a bed or any furniture. "Moon Goddess, I know redemption for my sins is far from me, and so is happiness. If death is the only thing left, stop prolonging my life and just put me out of my misery!" I begged with tears all over. "If truly you hate me, take my life tonight," I said my last plea for the night before closing my eyes.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

“What did I ever do to deserve this life? It’s horrible. It’s terrible!” He choked out, each word a fresh stab of agony. Then he lifted his head up to the sky. “Curse you, sacred moon!” he screamed, the pain in his voice deeper than any wound. And just like that, his tears began to fall. Big ones. Heavy ones. They hit the ground with soft sounds. Then something strange happened. Where one of his tears fell, a tiny flower grew. Right there on the floor. Its petals soft and purple. He didn’t notice them, lost in his despair