Tsukimichi Moonlit Fantasy Web Novel Novels & Stories

Luna's POV “You have to live a life that isn't yours, for the moon goddess has granted you a second chance. There will be turmoils, and there will be troubles. But they are all tests.” “Luna!” Someone screamed in my head, and I frowned, with my eyes still closed. The voice in my head seemed like a dream. I remembered talking to someone that seemed like a light. She was pretty, with white hair. She spoke about a second chance.

I sat. She took the low stool across from me, folded her hands on her lap and stared at me. Then she finally spoke calmly. “I have seen this pattern before.” My stomach clenched. “What pattern?” “A soul reborn always leaves traces.” She leaned forward slightly. “The Moon Goddess tries to hide them. New flesh, new blood, new scent, she wraps everything carefully, but the old threads still show. In the way light catches the eyes, in the way magic answers a name it hasn’t heard in years and in the way a broken mate bond refuses to die.”

The scarred echo stepped between us. “It will erase Ayame Rivers.” Silence struck harder than the battle. Raiken’s face drained of colour. The child kept holding my hand. “And if I refuse?” The moon darkened. Tsukishima rose higher from the sea. Black towers pushed through the island. Bells rang beneath the ground. Kiyomi’s body lifted against the white tree. Astraya raised the broken Tide Crown. Grandmother shouted something we could not hear. Orochi placed one hand over Kiyomi’s heart.

My heart is soaring to the moon and back with joy, but Teresa is scared. I’m older and ready for a family, so my level of excitement is over the top, she’s just turned 19 and within the last 6 months has really started to shine in her role as a Gamma female. Now that Gamma Dimitri is back and is training again, we’ve had time to relax and enjoy our alone time and now we will reap the rewards, our own pup, the next Gamma of Crescent Moon, Gamma to Alexander, how could she not get excited.

Looking around the room I noted the high ceiling and shot my last orb towards the ceiling hoping that it would make a big enough opening that the moon beams would slip in. Thankfully it hit just right as the ceiling began to fall in the great hall as light from the moon beamed in through it. Moving quickly towards the beam of moon light I looked up at it and siphoned every bit I could as I watched the Moon Witch stir more as the mist creature fed her life.

The sky was clear, revealing every star, while the crimson moon, as red as blood, dominated the scene with an eerie presence. The purple crater reflected the moon's light, casting a deep darkened red hue over everything below. In the distance, a familiar shadow stood, observing and indulging in his obsession.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge