Novel & Cerita The Moon Was A Ghostly Galleon

Like every single magical current in the universe just whispered my name. I turned. Or maybe I didn't. In this space, movement was a concept that didn't really exist. She was beautiful, terrifying and, powerful. The Moon Goddess. Not some mythical painting or legend. She was real. Right here. Impossibly bright yet somehow soft. Like moonlight made into a living, breathing entity. “You've been chosen,” she said. Or didn't say. The words existed everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. My supernatural senses were going absolutely crazy. If supernatural had a volume dial, someone had just cranked it to maximum.

~STELLA Everything that was happening around me was feeling like a movie. I thought I had hit the jackpot. Moon goddess knew how much I hated this Desire of a woman. I gritted my teeth as I sat on my bed wondering what to do to stop her. She was doing a lot. Even Avira has not done this much in a long time.

The wind whispered soothingly, and here I pray it takes my worries away with it. Soon enough, my eyes met with the familiar wooden platform and the long horizon of the sea. The moon gleams above it and is reflected in the waters, seemingly like the moon has gained its twin. Different kinds of ships were anchored. Some were fisherman's boats scattered on the harbor. Trading galleys, carracks and skiffs, great cogs, and longships: all lined up on the harbor made me realize what kind of busy street the pier must be in daylight. Some of the ships have crews aboard, probably doing their duty. Fishermen have returned back from the sea with their crates of fresh catch to be sold this morning.

Her hair was a stunning shade of silver that danced in the wind. "Do you recognize me now, Alpha?" She teasingly questioned. "It's the Mother Moon," Ghost muttered, dropping his head in submission. I didn't process what Ghost was saying; I was staring out into the distance. It was as if the wall inside my mind caved in and the blocked memories were leaking in. It was frightening and overwhelming. However, curiosity about what the memories held kept me from feeling afraid. Will it hold the answers I have been searching for? "You helped me that night," I muttered when the flashes slowed and came to a stop. "You observed what occurred, and you prevented Emily from..."

Various shades of red, blue, yellow, and everything in between danced in the air, as if actually being carried on the wind. “I don’t understand,” I said, trying to take it all in. Above me, a beautiful full moon hung in the sky. It was as white as snow and casted its light downwards to bathe the land in an ethereal glow. I looked at my arms which were also bathed in the white moonlight. It was the most magical thing I had ever seen.

He said causing me to stare at Star, he laughed and patted my shoulder. "What are you saying?" I asked, making fun of him. "Sows Shadow, pretend. You like Moon." He said, I suddenly smiled at what he said which made him annoy me even more. "You see, you're smiling HAHAHHAAHHA." "What's wrong?" I asked and looked back at Moon who was stretching her bow. "Nothing," Star said. "But it's just weird because your rival is a ghost." He added. "Zero has been dead for a long time," I said and clenched my fist. "Whatever Moon sees now is just a fiction that's bothering her," I said.

I asked pointing towards the box. He walked to stand in front of me, "This is for you," he lifted the box slightly. "Open it," he nodded with his head. I slowly lifted the lid of the box and a small gasp escaped from my lips as I looked at the wind chime in the box. A smile instantly made its way on my face as I touched the cold surface with my fingers. It made a soft noise when I tried to remove it from the box. There were three golden rectangular tubes in the middle with small stars and moons dangling around them unevenly. The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it.

She sighed heavily, adjusted her gown, and followed him out into the night. Some hours later at the red moon ceremony..... Zeke sighed for the umpteenth time and rested against the wall. He just wanted the night to be over. He watched as hopeful faces waited anxiously for what the moon goddess would bring them. He remembered some few years ago, he was just like them waiting for his mate. He closed his eyes as he remembered his red moon ceremony. His beautiful mate Ann. They had been so happy and then she had died while giving birth. That day he had lost his world, his mate and son. Only his sister Bella had been able to keep him from following them.

I'm not sure I'll ever smile again. My spirit is breaking, and my heart feels numb. The moon goddess made a mistake. I hope she knows.

The journey to the ruins of the First Moon was unlike anything we had faced before. The land we crossed was haunted by the echoes of a world that had long since forgotten peace. Trees bled sap as dark as ink, whispering curses through rustling leaves. Rivers ran backward. And the moon, once a beacon of guidance for my kind, now hung fractured in the sky watching me like a broken eye.