Twisted Moon Studio Novels & Stories

Until Aria’s online man. “You look gorgeous,” the stylist RJ said as they finished my hair. “All thanks to you,” I replied warmly. From our short conversation, I had learned that RJ was a well-known Norse non-binary stylist and a close family friend of the Barginsens. They looked to be in their late thirties and were incredibly sweet. Even when I grew nervous, RJ knew how to keep me calm and steady. “Now people will understand why you became Mrs Barginsen,” Sarah added. “Your beauty is truly out of this world.”

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

“Gigi, the way your body changes feels custom-made for this. Scott, keep using your tongue exactly like that, and I might actually pass out when I come.” The group keeps shifting into new combinations, vines and appendages guiding us into fresh, tangled positions that amplify every shared spark. Sweat, nectar, and pollen blend into a slick sheen, turning every movement into liquid friction. Voices overlap in teasing encouragement, ragged cries, and half-delirious laughter. Then the central stalk flares with brilliant light and lowers a new, thicker core into the center of our group. It is smoother than the others, its surface rippling with intricate, glowing veins. The remaining appendages w

It was night time but the moon shone so brightly, you could almost think it was daytime already. Amelia and Joanna sat down on a bench, beside Joanna's tent in the trio squad. A/N: Trio squad is just a name I have formed for the place Amelia and other homeless people live. "How was work?" Joanna asked "Nice, same as always," Amelia replied "That's great," Joanna said, looking down at her fingers. "Yeah," Amelia replied The two of them went silent as they stared into the night sky. It looked so calm up there.

I don't have time for a mate. "Welcome everyone to our Red Moon Festival. Please make yourselves comfortable. The run will start in approximately 10 minutes! We will meet back here after the run and announce any mated couples should you be so lucky to find the other half of your soul bestowed upon you by the Moon Goddess herself! Let's have a fun run everyone!" I finish speaking loudly to the giant crowd as I meet the other Alpha's and Luna at the bottom of the stairs.

Her laughter was unexpected, and it was unclear to me what prompted her amusement. Her laughter stopped, and she looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Ani, you underestimate the depth of your abilities as a Moon Whisperer," she said, her tone filled with confidence. "The moon's presence doesn't solely determine the extent of your powers." Riabhel chimed in, "She's right, my dear. Your connection to the Moon is not limited to its physical appearance in the sky. It runs deeper, you can tap into it regardless of whether the moon is visible or not, so come on, let's try it."

I explained and he smiled as he pats my head and messed up my hair. “Hey stop it I am not a kid” I complained. “But you are” What? “Stop messing around and answer my question Stryker” his forehead creased hearing his last name. “If I won’t miss Montromey” ops. “It is Denyxsa not Montromey” his face is priceless. “Denyxsa?” He sounded like he knows the name. “Yeah” “Blood Moon pack” he uttered. “You know that pack?” He only stared at me.

I cannot help but smile as I connect with Jax through our shared thoughts, knowing that tonight may mark the beginning of a new chapter in my life. “Expanding on the request for assistance, I would greatly appreciate your expertise in ensuring that the training grounds are transformed into a captivating and enchanting space for the Tamsin moon celebration. The Tamsin moon, known for its mystical energy and ability to bring forth new beginnings, is a momentous occasion that calls for meticulous preparation.

He swung in his chair countless times… Tapping the mahogany desk by his long beautiful fingers… Waiting for one phone call… It was almost two pm … That’s why he almost was worried, they were going to do this an hour ago, what was taking them so long..? He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone vibrating on the table… “finally ”he muttered Then picked it up “tell me you did it” he spoke calmly as if he wasn’t worried “Sir.. “Jafar...” he groaned already knowing they did not complete their job “I’m sorry sir...but I wanted your confirmation. Are you sure, We are to attack the east market today…?”Jafar asked

They are eyeing me from head to toe again and again. “Inessa, we should walk fast,” Lorenzo whispers. “Anything can happen here. It’s not safe here.” I nod, and we pick up our speed. Molly lives in the deeper part of this area, a two-storied building that is going to collapse any time now. I doubt this building can undergo heavy rain. Winter is about to enter our life. November’s the cloudiest month in Chicago. Sometimes the downpours start and stay for a couple of hours or a day. The most unpredictable month of the time of this city.