Novel & Cerita The Moon Over The Ruined Castle

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.

** Warning: Graphic mentions of violence and torture, mentions of rape, and graphic sexual content ** Far away from the damaged Burrough across many, many acres of land, over hills and mountains, across rivers and streams, nestled in an open valley welcomed by a glistening silver lake and flanked by white-toothed mountains stood a tall ivory castle, lit up by the silver beams of the moon. The surrounding land was peaceful and the night quiet for all weary travelers wandering through the nearby forests, but it was anything but peaceful within the ivory walls, for what was once a beautiful shrine to the moon goddess was now possessed by a much darker, more sinister entity.

He looked at me worriedly, but he could not hide his excitement that this could be my time. “You worry too much, darling.” Mom chimed in, bringing some of her special lemon cupcakes. The refreshing scent of the pastry made me hungry, so I got up right away to get two as soon as she placed the tray on the center table. “It’s a full moon tomorrow night, so expect your kids to be bitey,” she winked at me. “Mom,” I groaned, my eyebrows snapping together, hating the joke. I took a bite of the cupcake, not smiling.

When he didn’t continue, she frowned. “Are you going to explain that or am I supposed to figure it out myself?” Kael rubbed the back of his neck. For some reason discussing Hollowfangs was easier than this conversation. “Mates are…” He paused. Nova smirked. “Wow. This is actually making you uncomfortable.” “It isn’t.” “It is.” “It isn’t.” “It really is.” Kael shot her a look. Unfortunately, she was smiling now. The traitor. Finally, he sighed. “Mates are two people connected by the Moon.”

The moon was swollen in the sky, bloated and vengeful, casting a pale light across the fractured bones of the world I was beginning to mold in my mind. I didn’t look away from the window as the stars sharpened their edges above me like daggers dipped in cold fire. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled—not in mourning, not in warning—but in some ancient rhythm only the damned could understand. Their cries curled around the stone of the castle, brushing against my skin like ghosts begging to be remembered.

I really hope that this happiness that we have been blessed with never dims, and I trust the moon goddess to keep us happy and safe forever. The End!

He would never have suspected that. One day, when the time was right, I would introduce myself to her. We would take back our pack and rule it together. However, once I shifted and then later on realized she didn't, I knew something in my plan would be ruined. She was under some curse or spell. What had my mother done to her? Or maybe it was my aunt and uncle? However, here we are at 27 and 18, finally able to complete my goal of taking back the Full Moon Pack and reviving what was lost.

Titan came to me and rested his snout against mine while I felt Celeste’s hand smoothing over my fur, and Amethyst followed and scooted her head on my neck. I had no idea how long we’d remained in this position, but my heart was overwhelmed with happiness. My whole family was with me in our wolf forms, and the full moon was our witness. The only thing I was missing was Mom and Dad, but I knew they were watching over us from the moon. 'Can we run with them?' I asked Lucas. 'Yes, we’ll head into Moon Stone territory. We’ll stay the night there.' 'Oh! Lucas!' I couldn’t explain the happiness within me.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.