Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

From The Nora’s Logophile Board Flumadidle: (n.) Utter Nonsense *** 'Keeping the pure radiance of the moon as the witness, the heir of the Rakh Clan, and the firstborn female of the Paristo family are to be bound by marriage.' That was what stated in the letter Rosalind got a while ago. As she dragged her tired body into her house she thought, ‘What the hell?!’

LUNA NADIA’S LUNA CEREMONY - SILVER MOON PACK CELESTE. "Are you okay?" Darvin reached for my hand and squeezed it gently as he stared at me. He just turned off the engine of his car, and we remained seated inside. We were outside the ballroom where Nadia would be inducted as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. And it meant I would be meeting all the Alphas and Lunas invited to the event.

The gold-and-sapphire sun, the very heartbeat of the new North, was being eaten. It wasn't a shadow that consumed it, but a blinding, antiseptic whiteness that felt like a cataract over the eye of the world. Silas Blackwood stood on the ramparts, his fingers digging into the living stone of the keep. Beside him, Lyra’s breath hitched, the violet starlight of her aura flickering as the "Silver-Crest" moon ascended to its zenith.

The moon hangs in the sky, full and round, but instead of it's liquid silver rays, It’s gold. The moon is a blazing gold and the entire sky is drenched in golden rays, like someone spilled molten light across the night. I watch in awe as the light presses down on everything, heavy and unnatural. “What the hell...” I say, my voice coming out hoarse. Around me, I hear movement. Members of the Moonveil pack are emerging from their homes, drawn by the same thing i'm seeing. I hear their voices carry on the wind as they ask in confusion,

“And impossible to control. Once the new world is built, they’ll either kneel or be erased. Werewolves are perfect. Close enough to the moon to be reshaped, and strong enough to rule.” I swallowed bile. This was genocide dressed up as utopia. He pushed open heavy iron doors, and moonlight poured in. A perfect circle of standing stones waited under the open sky. The full moon was so low and swollen, it looked ready to burst. One flat altar stone sat in the center, big enough for two bodies. I knew this place. Not with my mind, but with my bones. Xander’s voice softened. “The Astral Moon. Gemini Moon to humans. Once every few lifetimes, it hangs this low. It is perfect for binding.”

she glanced at Hector who is now drinking a glass of water. "Let me finish the mission first Jasmine. This is an important thing to my father," he said in a calming voice. "When will you go to bring Luna to your father? She asked. Hector turned to me and said, "Tomorrow night. It will be the April's Full moon tomorrow night,"

“Should we come inside to discuss this matter further? Lukas, hold on to your son. The moon is closer during this time of the year. So, the pull is stronger.” My heartbeat slowed and my eyes fixed on the glowing orb in the starry night sky. It looked so bright, so lovely. It’s calling to me, it wanted me so badly. Crickets chirped at the back of my head. Their words became a distant language to me. A strip of crimson flowed out of my nose. The bulking man next to me impeded my advance. I pushed back at this towering menace. I forgot why I was here or what I was doing. One thing to me was clear—I must walk towards the light of the moon.

he murmured, before claiming her lips again—gentler this time, full of promise rather than battle. --- One Week Later Music floated through the halls of the mansion. The air was light again—alive with laughter, dancing, and the clinking of glasses. Gillow stood at the center of it all, raising a toast to his people. “To the end of the craving,” he announced, his voice firm but warm. “To unity. To peace. To every soul that fought bravely. And to the Moonchild—my Luna—whose courage reminded us all what strength truly is.” A roar of cheers followed. Arda, radiant in a flowing silver gown, stood by his side. Gillow wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close.

Finally, as the beautiful full moon cast its silvery glow over the city with Gia lying wide awake beside my sister, who was fast asleep, her room was steeped in shadows. An air of anticipation lingered, fueled by the distant sounds of music drifting through her window. It was the night of the much-anticipated music gala, an event she'd longed to attend, intertwined with the allure of the Wild Waters, an enigmatic place rumored to hold mystical allure after dark.

The night was perfect, the full moon casting its gentle glow over our Moonlight Pack's territory. The air was filled with the comforting scents of roasting meat and fresh pine, and the sound of laughter echoed through the trees. It was a night of celebration, a night to honor the moon goddess, Selene, and the bond we shared as a pack. I stood among my fellow pack members, a warm sense of belonging filling me as I watched them enjoy the festivities. The bonfire roared in the center of our clearing, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those I held dear.