The Moon Is Pretty Isn't It นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I worry that doing so might make me feel like I am betraying the memory of Luna Bella. The Moon Goddess, a divine being known for her ethereal beauty and grace, gazed upon the world below with a tranquil expression adorning her face. Her lips, delicately curved, formed a serene smile that radiated warmth and tranquility. Her eyes were filled with a radiant glow, reflecting both wisdom and empathy. They seemed to possess a profound understanding and a keen perception of the world around her.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

"I've heard of her so-called beauty, and yet no lycan will mate with her." "Such shame, don't you think." Stella snickered and Claire joined in. "I hear Moon's Call will be at the feast, tonight," Claire cooed huskily, her expression now a bit dazed with anticipated passion she had for the lone lycan. "I can't wait to really see what he looks like up close. I've only had to admire him from afar," She said in indignation. Stella playfully nudged her with her shoulder as she whispered, blushing a bit, "You and your fantasies. Your father would have your head; you know? You are not to fancy any mate below your class and you very well know that."

Jessica was still silent. "Do you know what the surface of the moon looks like?" Morgan asked. "The surface of the moon is not flat. It even tends to have a lot of craters. That's what I know from books!" "You should have understood that seduction is not important and not true! If someone says you're prettier than the moon, it's true! I'm just saying that because you're prettier than the moon!" "But I don't condone it if a male behaviourist says you're beautiful, even if you are! If I see and hear it myself, and they say it directly, I'll cut out their tongues!" Jessica stared intently at her husband's face.

I say, and Dad smiles. “And I am so incredibly proud of you, of both of you. As a parent, I cannot wish for more.” Dad says. We are sitting quietly, watching the sun disappear behind the forest. The moon rising and I had not realized that it would be a full moon tonight. And it wasn’t just a full moon, but the moon looked so bright and beautiful with a hint of gold and silver. I forgot all about midnight and was just at this moment enjoying the beautiful view. A bright light of silver suddenly appeared, and without thinking too much about it, I knew it was the moon goddess, but she was not alone. An almost see-through form of another woman was next to her, and I am lost for words.

"The tension. The eye contact. The drama." "You love attention," I correct. She beams. "Same thing." Lizzie smooths invisible wrinkles from her dress. "Do you think anyone's going to notice I'm not fully wolf?" "Half-witch is mysterious," Tara says firmly. "Half-witch is confusing." "Only to boring people." I stare out the window while the forest slides past outside. The moon is full tonight. Huge. Bright. June stirs restlessly. We don't like this. Neither do I.

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.