The Moon Lover Novels & Stories

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.

“He offered me lessons in return for what? Silence? Weapons? A partnership?” Maria’s face shifted. For the first time since she’d stepped into the lamplight, I saw a flicker of irritation. “Loren is a surgeon. He always wants to cut. He will help you learn to wield. But do not mistake him for a lover. His knife never asks who will mend.” A crack of sound then too close and too human. A shot. Sharp as bone. Damien sagged into me like a prop giving out. Warmth pooled under his coat and I smelled iron, loud and immediate. He looked up, and his mouth was a small, stubborn crescent.

“Yes. He’ll follow, he has to. It’s the only place the crown’s bond can be undone.” They moved quickly through the remnants of Black Hollow, past burned cottages and silent streets. The Emberstorm still crackled far off, trapped for now, but Lorian’s crown pulsed through the sky like a second moon. People peered from broken windows, watching their savior flee with his companions but none dared follow, not anymore, fear had returned. They reached the Moonwell by nightfall. It was a stone basin carved into the earth, hidden within a circle of ancient trees that somehow hadn’t burned. The moonlight shone directly into it, illuminating water as still and dark as obsidian.

"You asked why I'm smiling right?" "Yea." I groaned. "I'll tell you." I relaxed, cleaned off my ears for the gist, and smiled. "I'm listening." "By this same time a month ago, under a full moon just like this I and my lover were on a picnic." "In the middle of the night?" I implored, wide-eyed, interrupting her. She smiled. "I've always loved the full moon and made Chris my lover accept for us to go on a picnic on any night there will be a full moon, close to a beach."

Jayden said, his eyes thoughtful. “Very poor thing. They attacked her and ripped her into pieces, led by their evil leader and Alpha. They let her blood spill in the cold snow, her screams piercing the air. They did not remember that the Moon Goddess has humans she loves. She fell in love with one, Remus, and till today there are those humans who look to her in the Moon and feel her without even knowing a thing about her. They just feel her.” “What happened to her lover?”

His love for Luna continued to inspire generations, and his story was passed down through the ages—a tale of a mortal warrior whose prayers were answered by the Moon Goddess, and whose undying love sparked a new era of peace and unity. As the moon waxed and waned, casting its gentle glow upon the world, the memory of Lykos and Luna's divine connection endured. Their love became a symbol of hope, reminding mortals that even in the darkest of times, prayers uttered with pure intentions could reach the heavens and transform destinies. And in the silent depths of the night, when the moon shone brightest, the celestial embrace of Lykos and Luna whispered of an eternal love that transcended the bo

And so starts a wonderful journey under the full moon with this goddess of love. ‘I love you, Loraine’. A confession in my head that never reaches my lips...

Celie exclaimed upon seeing the bright moon shining from outside the window. Lisa looked at the gibbous moon rising above the clouds, knowing that it would be full in just a couple of days. “Don’t you think it’s romantic how many lovers separated by distance would just look at the moon and feel that they could be together again?” asked by Celie. Lisa listened to Celie’s voice and looked at the moon, thinking about Jon as she did so. She could understand how many people could imagine having a shared experience with loved ones far away. Lisa too could imagine Jon looking at the same moon and thinking about her just as she thought about him.

They were grateful for the opportunity to continue sharing their love with the world, a love that, like the radiant moonlight, had the power to inspire generations and shape destinies. And so, the moonlit garden became a place of celebration and renewal, visited by people from far and wide who sought inspiration from the enduring love of their rulers. Roberick and Cynthia, in the moon's gentle light, found comfort in knowing that their love story, like the moon's glow, would continue to inspire and guide all who heard their tale.

The Moon Goddess herself. Beside her stood a man, tall and strong, his aura radiant with golden fire. His eyes bore into Lisa’s with both strength and tenderness, his presence balancing the Goddess’s ethereal glow with unshakable power. This was her lover, the one the old stories had whispered about but never named. Together, they radiated harmony—the eternal bond of light and fire, moon and sun, goddess and mate. Lisa’s knees bent instinctively, her head bowing low. “My Lady… my Lord…”