Romans & histoires Tears Of The Moon

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And now, she stands before me, tearing it wide open. My steps falter toward her. The thread between us hums to life, undeniable, ancient. ‘Is it really you, little one?’ I whisper through the mind link, afraid to believe. ‘Yes, Mum.’ Her smile trembles through tears. Then she bares her left thigh. My breath snags. The crescent moon birthmark. Glowing, eternal. My knees buckle. “Iris…” The name rips from my throat, strangled, as I stumble back.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

The humming became louder, pulsing, pounding— A sudden light blazed, the brightness nearly blinding. I covered my eyes, letting them adjust. I blinked, chasing away the blurriness, giving the bright objects their shape. “Moon Tears,” I breathed, staring at the pile of stones in front of me. I extended my hand toward them, and they became brighter.

The shift from Omega Daycare Worker to Alpha Jasper's forced Luna was horrid. Elegance training was off the rocker. There were so many stupid rules that apparently everyone would pay attention to. I've had my hands smacked with a ruler so many times that I'm surprised I'm not bleeding. My hands ached and shook when I placed things down now. I spilled a drop of tea and got smacked, AGAIN! A SINGLE DROP!

And Moon, used, filled, and owned, pressed his forehead to the cold tile and let the tears come. He was theirs. He was exactly where he belonged, and he couldn't ask for a better place. THE END

It wasn't the moon. ​It was a single pulsing eye.

She said. *** Aurora was in her room. She was hugging her worn out teddy bear which her parents gifted her when she was five years old. Her tears soaked the teddy bear, making it wet. Her eyes were red and swollen from the continuous crying. She looked at the moon which was shining brightly in the dark clouds. A tear fell from her eyes and it shone in the dark room. "Why am I being punished moon goddess?" She asked, looking at the moon. Her tears were shining like crystals, the tip of her nose was red and the colour was slowly spreading to her cheeks.

His mind reeled, desperately trying to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy before him. The moon, which he had thought was a source of comfort for him, is now mocking him with its cold, unfeeling light. Its pale light was casting distorted shadows upon the twisted forms of his loved ones, their lifeless eyes reflecting the emptiness that now consumed Ethan's soul. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the bloodstains on his hands as he fell to his knees, the weight of grief pressing down upon him like an insurmountable burden. He reached out, his trembling fingers brushing against his nephew's lifeless cheek—a final touch in a world robbed of innocence.

We are whole. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t wipe them away. I just keep howling, my hand in Jensen’s, as the moon bears witness to my place, to this moment, to my new home.