The Moon Looks Beautiful Tonight Novels & Stories

The laughter and buzz of people talking faded in the background as the cold breeze of wind whistled in the chilly night and they went farther and farther, higher until they reached the peak of the hill. They were alone. Leonidas turned to November and held both her hands. He smiled down at her, “Do you like it? According to my research, the moon looks closer in this part of the country hence it looks quite big and seems to be nearer.” November looked up to the said moon, the sky was so dark but the moon was beautiful. She chuckled softly, not tearing her gaze away from the moon. “I do. It’s so beautiful Leonidas… So beautiful.” She didn’t see how Leonidas’s gaze gentled and as if unconscious

Aria looked up at the sky and noticed how full the moon appeared. "Aiden, the moon is so round tonight!" she exclaimed, pointing upward with delight. Aiden also glanced up. The moon was indeed particularly full tonight. "Mmm," he acknowledged, turning his head to look at her. Noticing his gaze, Aria lowered her arm and met his dark eyes, unconsciously swallowing before speaking. "Aiden, has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?" They were so dark and deep, seemingly bottomless—she could get lost in them with a single look.

Everything seemed calm and composed, the beauty of the night. Running my fingers in my hair, I rested my back on the resting chair. My eyes automatically went to the moon. In the darkness of midnight, the night sky was scenic. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a harvest moon; the night sky was so clear. The moon, a glowing bluish, loomed large, surrounded by a whitish mixed glow. The moon is not perfect yet it's an example of beauty.

Her voice was soft, almost gentle, yet carried an undeniable weight of control. “Your father is resting. You’ll have to wait a few hours.” A pause. Then, as if making a casual suggestion—yet leaving no room for refusal—she continued, “Why don’t we enjoy some tea while watching the moon? It’s a full moon tonight—it should be beautiful.” Leon’s gaze sharpened instantly. Full moon? He snapped his head toward Aric, his eyes razor-sharp. “It’s a full moon tonight?” Aric blinked, caught off guard. Then, after a beat, he shrugged lightly, as if only now remembering.

I tell her and she takes a step back and looks around. There is a meadow from where we can watch the sky that looks magnificent right now. Tonight is the Supermoon. It’s Sturgeon Moon and she looks so close that I can feel that I can touch it. “Can you shift?” I ask Kelly and she is giving me back the control, letting me transform back in human form. This is our perfect place, where we have been since I was a child. This is my happy place on Earth. Far enough from Red Blood Pack, but still on its territory, on the shore of crystal clear mountain lake and with the night’s sky above my head. What could I ask for more?

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Cedric drifted off to sleep, thrown into an unexpected dream world. Above the cloudy sky, the moonlight illuminated the earth with alluring elegance. From the moonlight, the figure of the Moon Goddess emerged, who stood tall on a soft cloud. Her face was reflected in the beauty of the full moon, and her long hair fluttered in the evening breeze.

"It's okay. Talking about feelings sucks." I laugh. "Once in a blue moon, it's okay to open up." He glances up at the sky. "Doesn't look blue to me, sunshine." I reach into my purse and grab my cheap sunglasses. Through the tinted glass, the curved slice of the moon looks pale blue. "That doesn't count," he says. "It totally counts." He takes the glasses, looks through them. "Hey, look. It's the Seven Sisters. Hard to see with the city lights."

The brilliant, silver light of the stars and the sharp crescent moon danced across the clear, bottomless surface, shimmering in the dark. "This must be heaven," I whispered into the night air, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through the crushing sadness in my chest. It was the first beautiful thing I had seen all day. Wanting to capture this fleeting moment of peace before the reality of tomorrow crashed back down, I fumbled awkwardly with my jacket pocket and pulled out my phone. I raised the camera, trying to frame the perfect shot of the moonlit water.

Like it wasn't trying to erase the night but live with it. Shea broke the silence first. "What are you thinking about?" "The moon," I murmured softly. She followed my gaze. "It's beautiful tonight." "Yes," I concurred. "But I have this weird feeling that it looks sad too." Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn't ask why. She didn't have to. We both knew deep down that sometimes beauty came from sadness. Shea sighed, rubbing her arms. "Let's go inside before we catch a cold." I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to soothe my nerves.