Novel & Cerita Tears Of The Moon

Mellony opened an old chest and pulled out an old book. “Let's hurry. This is the book that I read about the witching glass.” Mellony turned the pages and she finally found the passage she was searching for. “Here it is. Look here. It says that on the night of the blue moon. The moon fairies will appear. If you bow your head and ask with sincerity. They will give you the angels tears. It also says angel tears are known as moon sand.” “So, we have to get the moon sand for the hourglass?”

"I would feel it if it were." Her mother had followed them into the vault, her expression thoughtful as she watched Casie move among the family treasures. "The oldest stories say the Tear was hidden 'where moon meets earth beneath the guardian's watch.'" "That could mean anywhere," Thomas said from the doorway, his imposing frame blocking most of the light from the study. "Half the decorative elements in this house feature moons or wolves." A memory flickered through Casie's mind, something from childhood, a story her grandmother had told on full moon nights when the pack gathered for runs. "The Moon Garden," she whispered, turning to her mother. "Is it still there?"

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

My head was spinning, and at this moment, it was too much to bear. Alone, I pulled the Afghan over myself and watched the figures moving across the screen, enjoying being able to lie down and stretch out comfortably for the first time in days. I stared at the sunshine peering through the sliding glass doors to the right, when my thoughts went to the Moon Goddess, Selene, and what Magenta had said.

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

“Why does this keep happening to me?!” Something was going on behind me, but I couldn’t hear it; I just felt the air being sucked out of my lungs. I gasped, not knowing what had happened, as I turned to see the faces of people I didn’t recognize. Or did I? One of the men was trying to say something, their mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. “What?” I shouted, making him flinch. “Let her go!” He finally shouted over the loud noises. “No!” I pulled Isabella tighter to my chest, “I won’t!” I used my free hand to shove him away, knocking him back onto his ass. “I won’t let another one of you monsters hurt her! You’ve done enough!” I tugged Isabella’s lifeless body into my lap and stare

From where he stood, he could hear thousands of screams, coming from all over Arcelia, he could hear the cries of his people going through another horror, similar to the one they faced more than twenty years ago. And right before his eyes, he watched the moon turn blue, brighter, and sharper while every creature under the moon yowled, worshipping. King Caesar's mouth hit the ground hard as reality stroke him. "This is impossible" "Not entirely" Erroll uttered beside him. King Caesar sent him a glare. "Shut up!" He ordered, his eyes going back to the blue before him. He gulped, feeling goosebumps on his skin, blood moon, blue moon, he could hear the laughter of his enemies echoing in his eyes

I mumbles tears running down my face ***********************

Whiskey. I struggled to my feet and swallowed the whimper that nearly came out. No crying. Monsters don’t cry. One lashing for one tear. Growing up, I learned quickly not to cry. The scars on my back are a testament to my lesson. One tear, one lashing. My scars are years old now. No tears mean no lashings, so I let none fall. I limped to the small sink in the corner of my room and turned on the tap. As per usual, the water was freezing. I cupped my small hands under the stream to catch the water, then gently placed my face into the collected water. I ran my wet fingers over my beaten face, letting the moister wash away the blood. I cupped my hands again and washed more water over my face. I