The Moon Over The Ruined Castle Mga Nobela at Kwento

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

His voice gruffed with tiredness. I slumped back in my seat. Impatient as the gods condemn me to be, I could no longer bear this tiny space. I pulled my wineskin from the chest and shake it, making sure the last drops of the sweet wine went through my mouth but to my disappointment, nothing came out of the empty container so I tossed it. I look at outside. The small peek through the velvet curtain tells me that the sun had gone to rest and so the crescent moon, along with stars glittering in the vast, descended to adorn the sky. One more night to endure the road, Wajan.

"Thanks. But seriously... You all need to see this. Outside looks like the beginning of the end of the damn world." "I'm telling you," Falcon said as he skidded in behind her, his brows knitted. "It's not right. Something's happening to the moon." Within seconds, everyone in the castle was making their way out to the courtyard. The night had grown deathly still, the kind of silence that screams louder than noise. The sky was painted in bruised shades of purple and steel gray, but it was the moon that pulled every eye upward. The moon was full, but it seemed so wrong.

The sky was cloudy but the light from the moon remained the light that illuminated my path. I surveyed the castle as I walked. I noticed that the part where the castle stood was dark. The upper part of the castle was cloudy and I noticed smoke in my path. Far away I noticed the lights at the palace gate. As I walked closer to it suddenly thundered loudly and blew. With the force of the wind, the lights from the large lamps attached to the gate gradually fade. The lights went out forever but the sky did not darken forever. The light from the moon still remained even though it was cloudy in the part where the big castle stood.

The castle, which had once stood as a beacon of beauty and power, now lay in ruins, its once-grand walls crumbling and half destroyed. Danielle and Leita stood in silence, taking in the scene before them. The setting sun cast an eerie glow on the ruins, creating a stark contrast between the majestic castle of the past and the broken fortress that now lay in ruins. She could not believe her eyes what was in front of her. "It's hard to believe that this was once a grand castle," Danielle said softly, her voice filled with sadness. “i cannot fathom how bad cyrus would have felt to see his kingdom in this state.” -*-*-*-

Andros alerted and we travelled down a steep hill before taking the path straight to where a ruined castle stood. I knew this castle from history but never thought that it would exist. It was said that the moon goddess once resided in this castle deep in the forest before her Ascension to heavens which was caused by a war which broke out between her and the god of the vampires. I had always thought that it was mere fables but staring at it now and remembering what I had read, it was all a true story.

Like what they’ve done with life. The rusty moon fits this year: the world’s and Helen's own. Her very personal one that she wouldn't even tell the diary about, because writing about it would be too painful. For the world it isn't over yet: the year of longing in which the moon began to rust. For Helen it will be soon enough. In three steps, beneath a rusty moon, in a rigid time, and someday it will hopefully be hollowed out by water, so the world can move again.

But before I could cross the space between us, the air shifted. It started as a faint hum in the floor beneath my feet. Then the chandeliers rattled. One of the guards stiffened. “Blood moon.” The words carried like a curse, and all at once, the castle trembled. The sky outside burned red, spilling its glow through the tall windows, staining the marble floors like spilled wine. My pulse spiked. The last blood moon had brought whispers of her, Samira. But whispers could be ignored. This… could not.

LUCIAN'S POV “We are going to do the needful this month,” I declared as our horses trudged along the twisting path to Moonshine Castle. The moon hung high and pale in the sky, its light casting long, eerie shadows across the jagged stone walls. “We are ending all of this, once and for all.”