The Moon Holds The Light Novels & Stories

"So, moonlight isn't just sunlight bouncing off the moon; it's like a transformed version of sunlight, carrying a different energy?" "Exactly!" She nodded, pleased with my understanding. "It's like the moon's own version of sunlight, altered and imbued with a unique essence as it journeys through space and time before reaching us here on Earth. That's what makes harvesting moonlight so intriguing—it's tapping into this distinct energy source, harnessing its qualities for various purposes. It's almost like the blue fires used by certain creatures, but not quite similar."

Something that could hold. Even in the light.

I asked, trying not to fidget. The Moon Goddess turned half-way, then gestured to the night sky. As she did so, a bolt of lightning crackled down the horizon. Within that light, I saw two horned figures collide. The moment they touched, an explosion of thunder sounded, making the ground we stood on tremble. “Light is once again battling the Dark, keeping it at bay as it tries to swallow the world.” She explained, her voice patient and her eyes all-knowing. I swallowed heavily, forcing the knot of worry down my throat where it remained lodged.

“We’ve all changed. It wasn’t just me. You… you never really wavered.” “Someone has to keep it steady,” he says. “Otherwise…” He shakes his head. “We’d still be fighting shadows.” I smile faintly. “And now?” “Now,” he says, “we see the moon. Same moon. Just… different light.” I laugh softly. “That’s poetic.” “Not trying to be,” he says. “Just saying it how it is.” I glance down at my hands. The Luna’s Mark glows faintly, soft white. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t burn. It’s just… there. Like the Moon Goddess is watching and nodding.

Whenever she moved, light slipped faintly off her fingertips, like physical contact with the blades of reality itself left a lingering mark. I gazed up at the Moon suspended above us in the afternoon sky. It had transformed dramatically too. Not one big bowling ball but a complicated constellation of forty-four separate lights, arranged in mathematical formations. As each individual light, representing one of the Lunas who had willingly taken in divine essence. With their own unique self even as they form part of a greater being.

ALEX’S POV. I stood before our devoted army, their faces filled with determination, ready to confront our enemies. The moonlight was our symbol, and tonight, we would use its light to guide us to victory. "Are you guys ready for battle?" I asked, my voice carrying across the gathering. The moonlight army responded with a resounding cheer, their unity and enthusiasm fueling my own determination. "Are you ready to bring justice to the moonlight pack and save your Alpha?" I asked again, emphasizing our mission.

In the dim light of the waning moon, I can see that his eyes are now dilated in near total darkness. We have to hurry.

It swings open and I pull out two long swords. The crawlers are already clawing and hammering at the walls and the barrier. “Those weapons won’t work… Only light can vanquish them,” she says as I pull on the pants. “What about moonlight?” I ask, looking up at her. She frowns slightly. “Moonlight can help heal their wounds, do you think…” she trails off, understanding my train of thought before tilting her head and looking at me. “The moon holds power, and if it’s needed to heal from their dark touch, then surely it can help vanquish them. Right?” I ask, cocking a brow.

The garden, wrapped in the cloak of night, became a haven for whispered confessions and shared dreams. The winter garden, a sanctuary beneath the celestial dome, cradled us in its arms as we sat together, hands entwined, lost in the serenity of the moonlit night. I sighed, my gaze fixed on the silver orb above. "The moon holds a quiet kind of magic, does not it, Liam?" He smiled, his eyes reflecting the lunar radiance. "Indeed, Daliah. it is as if each beam is a whisper from the cosmos, weaving tales of love and destiny."

Gertrude said after a reluctant scoff. “That may be how you see it from your perspective. But I really think that the stars and moon come out at night to fill the void of darkness. They all came out to preach light. The moon, the stars, the night…I think they’re all partners. They are all supporters of each other. I envy the night for having so many supporters. Supporters that preach light in order not to make the dark feel alone or lonely. His supporters are clearly filling his dark heart with light. The night is indeed lucky,” I offered a faint sigh.