To The Moon And Back Novels & Stories

His hot breath washed over me, making my skin prickle with fear, and I felt his gaze like a physical touch, making me shudder. The chains creaked and groaned, straining against the beast's fury. I knew it was only a matter of time before Romain broke free, and I was consumed by the horror that loomed before me. The Moon Goddess seemed to have abandoned me, leaving me to face this terror alone.

in a language that predated the first moon. RESTORATION POINT REACHED. INITIATING 'THE GLOBAL FORMAT'. And from the sky, a second moon began to descend—a moon made of "Pure Ink" that carried the scent of a thousand "The Ends."

Rowan Hale—the man who once burned his whole life to keep Voss Voss warm—was finally ready to let her go. Three years ago, he had destroyed our bond for her. He’d stood in the healer’s ward, blood staining his hands, and said to me: “You’ll recover from this, Mira. Voss won’t.” But now, his voice carried weariness instead of conviction. “This guilt eats at me,” he whispered. “I gave her gold once and walked away. Maybe this is punishment from the Moon Goddess.” He paused, staring into the flames as if they could burn the truth clean.

My mother’s hand touched my shoulder, steady and firm. “You made the right choice.” I shook my head, tears spilling. “It didn’t feel right. It felt like dying.” That night, as I lay restless in bed, the pulse inside me returned. Stronger. Wilder. Then, a kick. I gasped, my hands flying to my stomach. And with it, the glow returned, brighter than before, spilling silver across my skin like spilled starlight. My mother gasped softly. “The Moon has already claimed him.”

The entire pack knows the risk Barto is taking. He leaves under the cover of the night. I watch him as far as I can, which isn’t far. I send a small prayer to the Moon Goddess for her blessing of me and my mission. She sent me back and gave me a second chance to improve the lives of these people. I hope it means that she watches over us and helps us where necessary.

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six. On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them. He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face. I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything. Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story. So, I to

"Mama, if there is a green moon... will there be more? Yellow? Purple? Orange? When the Black Moon broke, how many pieces were there? We only counted two at first." Selena looked at the three moons. "I don't know. Your father and I thought we finished it twelve years ago when we broke the black one. Now the world is making new moons from the old pieces. Maybe the earth is trying to heal itself." Ethan came in holding a newspaper. On the front page, in big bold letters: *"THREE MOONS IN SYDNEY SKY - KIDS WITH STONES SAVE WORLD AGAIN - MOON FAMILY RETURNS"* There was a blurry photo of their boat from last night.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The entire Moonshine Kingdom beamed with happiness. Not only had they been allowed to return to the packs they had lost, but after three full moons they were finally celebrating once again with their own pack members in their own territory. Pearl’s mother, Luna Yulia, stood leaning against Alpha Alexander’s arm as they watched the evening sky together. The full moon was already rising, and the simple pleasure of waiting for it, free, not as captives, felt precious. Even without decorations or grand preparations for the party, they were happy.

The soft cradle, the expensive comfort toys, and even the warm wallpaper were stripped away from the room I had secretly prepared for two months. Just as the last truck drove out of the underground garage, the keypad by the door beeped. Damian was back. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons slightly open, and the scent of another she-wolf still clung to him. I hated that scent. He opened his arms with a smile, certain I would still be unable to resist him. "Aurora, the month is over. I'm back. Thank you for waiting." I did not rush into his arms as I usually did. I did not cry, sulk, or ask where he had been.

He consented. “Do you know how to contact the Moon Goddess?” I questioned. “Uh… No…” Brett said as I had just asked him an obvious question. “There is a way essentially, but not until the night of the full moon.” Caleb interjected. “Okay, so is there anything else I need to know?” I requested, both Brett and Caleb. “Not that I know of.” Brett replied. “Well…” Caleb began, looking between Brett and me.