The Moon Is Pretty Isn't It の小説・ストーリー

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

‎ Later that night something extraordinary happened. ‎ ‎Lyra fell asleep. ‎ ‎But her mind drifted somewhere else. ‎ ‎She stood on a vast silver plain beneath endless stars. ‎ ‎Moonlight stretched across the sky like a glowing ocean. ‎ ‎And standing before her was a radiant woman made of shimmering light. ‎ ‎The Moon Goddess. ‎ ‎Lyra stared in shock. ‎ ‎“Who are you?” ‎ ‎The goddess smiled gently. ‎ ‎“I am you.” ‎ ‎Lyra’s breath caught.

“That’s all it is.” "That's all it is," I echoed. "The Moon Goddess has apparently decided to brand me between my breasts, and that's all it is." “Would you have preferred somewhere more visible?” "Sky…" “I’m just saying. Between the breasts is tasteful. She showed… what’s the word? Restraint.”

Sixty-seven more nights of knowing my mate is close enough to touch but choosing to stay far away. The Moon Goddess really does have a twisted sense of humor.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

We all looked at each other wondering what had happened. I was the first to move, taking long strides up the stairs to her room. I opened the door to Aimee’s room slowly. There stood in magnificent blue light, the mother of all our kind, Selene the moon goddess. she was one of the most beautiful beings I had ever seen, second to my Aimee. Her hair was white as snow and she wore the most elegant dress, it swirled around her like it was alive. My eyes flew to Aimee, who was floating in a mass of swirling blue light. Selene raised a finger to her lips,

I asked pointing towards the box. He walked to stand in front of me, "This is for you," he lifted the box slightly. "Open it," he nodded with his head. I slowly lifted the lid of the box and a small gasp escaped from my lips as I looked at the wind chime in the box. A smile instantly made its way on my face as I touched the cold surface with my fingers. It made a soft noise when I tried to remove it from the box. There were three golden rectangular tubes in the middle with small stars and moons dangling around them unevenly. The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it.

Shadow growled. “Oh, please don’t yell, you’ll wake my grandpups and they’ve been through a lot. I am Storm’s mother, Selene. And yes, I am THE Moon Goddess.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, so if you are the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?”

Leonard talked in his mind. "Mate...." This was the one time when Lycan emphasized the word like anything. "No way. Moon Goddess can never do such things. She couldn't choose a vile woman like her." Leonard made Lycan listen to his words but his wolf was always on the verge of fighting with him. "No... I know this is right. The smell." Lycan growled again with the thunder. Leonard didn't notice such roaring of thunder and Lycan's growling made the peaceful soul wake up with a jolt on the bed.

At least he got an idea of what a happy person would look like, although it would've been better if she did have genuine smile. "I see," he hummed and then looked off into the ocean where the Moon Goddess watched over them with all her moonlight. "What is the color of the Moon?" he asked her softly, captivated about how bright it was during the night. Amelia gave a small smile, his fascination and curiosity making something swirl within her stomach and then looked at the Moon. "It is white, bright white, sometimes it looks grey, other times it looks silver," she informed him, trying her best to describe the moon, but she felt like she failed as a wave of unsure went over his eyes.