Till The End Of The Moon Novel Novels & Stories

Every inch of him was a testament to survival, to a love that had refused to flatline when the world went dark. Outside, the obsidian peak stood silent under the stars, no longer vibrating with the static of a global grid or the frantic energy of a planetary reset. The Silver Moon was at peace, the humans were silent in their distant cities, and the mountain was finally breathing on its own. But inside our chambers, a different kind of storm was brewing, one of heat, silver light, and a love that had survived the end of the world.

The world around us fades into oblivion leaving just the two of us under the moonlit sky cocooned in our own happy bubble. The End ==================================================== Bonus chapters coming soon. Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

"Their actually my aunt and uncle. They took me in when I was 3. That's when my parents died." "Do you know anything about them?" "Not too much. They lived elsewhere, about a couple hours away. Their names were Felix and Sasha Moon. So I guess my last name is actually Moon, too." "Moon. That sounds familiar. So maybe your aunt and uncle are wolves too!" "Why would they hide this from me then?"

Watched Helena sleeping, sketchbook over her chest, her pencil still held loosely in her fingers. The moon outside was waning. Thin as a promise. Pale as bone. I touched the glass and whispered, “Beneath the moon, we bloom. In blood, we endure.” The old family words. They tasted different in the dark. I wasn’t sure I believed them anymore. But I said them anyway.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

"The war just became personal." He shifted back, his face grim, and walked over to me. He didn't say a word; he just pulled me into his arms, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against mine. We were at the 31,500-word mark of a story that was no longer about survival. It was about the cost of a crown. "We’ll find her, Elena," he promised. "And we’ll end it." But as I looked up at the moon, I saw a thin, red line beginning to creep across its surface. The Blood Moon was coming. And with it, the sister I never knew would bring the end of the world to my doorstep.

--- Far above, the full moon blazed white. Below it stood a Luna reborn, a pack reunited, and a love not even fate could unravel. And in the shadows beyond time, ancient forces watched and whispered: The age of the Moonborn has begun. --- THE END.

But she's unavailable to me even in battle. I sighed softly and collapsed in my tiny bed of hay in my cell, not the best idea if the horrifying thud was any indication, but I fell asleep right away so it didn't matter. In the morning, I was woken up with the announcement of visitors. I smiled as I sat up, scooting closer to the cells as all the young pups of the pack raced over with birthday cards, Moonwell cards, and Get better soon cards, all reading some version of 'we miss you' in children's handwriting. "Awe, you pups are the best. Did you all make these? Who paid for them?" I gathered the cards up and read each one happily. "Mr. Wells paid for them!" One of my pups yipped happily.