Under A Gilded Moon の小説・ストーリー

They stayed there, anchored to one another under the silver light, two broken things finding a temporary mend. Miles away, the moon shone just as brightly over Silvermoon, where Garrick watched over a corpse and nursed a suspicion that was starting to bite just as deep.

Chapter Fifty-One: Beneath the Red Moon The sky above Greyhowl burned crimson as the full moon rose—a deep, blood-red orb that shimmered with an unnatural glow. It wasn’t just a celestial event. The moon had become a mirror, reflecting something ancient and waiting just beneath the surface of the world. Lilly stood on the western tower balcony, arms wrapped around herself as the chill of prophecy kissed her skin. Her hair whipped in the wind, wild and untamed, a flame against the night sky. Her belly shifted beneath her hands, the twins reacting to the magic in the air.

Ty was abruptly stopped as the door swung open. Everyone’s eyes faced the doorway as Azura’s silhouette stood outlined by the moonlight. “No, my Alpha,” her voice trailed into the room so serenely. “It is I that stands before the room. I, your future Luna, will not stay quiet and kept any longer,” Azura says as she takes a few steps closer to her mate, placing a hand on his shoulder and gazes over the room, stopping briefly on the man who had dared to mention her name. “I know you are worried and you have reason to be. First the pack is threaten by an evil man, now we are subject to someone’s spiteful vengeance, but do not forget, that it is the Moon Goddess who has bestowed upon me her

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.

The air was alive with laughter, conversations, and the occasional burst of fireworks that illuminated the night sky in a mesmerizing display of colors. In a quiet moment amidst the festivities, Xavier and Uriah found themselves gazing at the night sky. The moon, now full and radiant, cast its gentle glow upon their faces. "Look at how the moon shines upon us," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with awe. "It seems as if the Moon Goddess herself is blessing our celebration." Uriah nodded, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Indeed, my love. This festival is a testament to the unity and resilience of our kingdom. It reminds us of the divine connection we share with the celestial realm."

We had overcome countless trials and challenges to reach this moment, and now we stood together, ready to unite our souls under the moon's watchful gaze. The grand hall was adorned with silver and blue draperies, evoking the moonlit forest where our kind roamed freely. A moon-shaped altar adorned with delicate blossoms stood at the center, radiating an otherworldly luminescence. Soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, as if the stars themselves had descended to join our celebration.

Now left the crazy laughter of a broken woman, tears gleaning in the high moon. In all her golden glory, she turned towards the silver pool and dived beneath the cold gleaming water. Out of darkness he had come again. Tonight, is the moon of death again. A night walker she was once, knowing in her heart forever more a broken rose. The warmth of death is cold, welcomed. Deceived by trust one moonlight night, a party of bodily feasts of flesh. Her birthday carried sixteen candles, her seduction faceless and brutal. All she remembered was his golden touch in the garden she thought paradise.

"ALL FOR MY DEAREST" WATCHING the luminous Luna up in the night sky used to be Alezzandro's pastime when he was looking for something to blame for the troubles coming into his life. The thick clouds around her seemed like protecting their muse from the dagger look that his eyes have been throwing since he leaned on the railing of the balcony outside his penthouse while drinking his favorite red wine.

Amanda said. As if on cue, the stone archway began to shimmer, its surface rippling like water disturbed by a gentle breeze. Emerald gasped, her eyes widening as the image of a lush, verdant meadow materialized within the arch's frame; it was as though it was beckoning to them, seducing them even with its vibrant hues and unspoiled beauty. The young wolves let out a chorus of howls, their excitement echoed around as they prepared to enter the shadow realm. But before they could take a single step, The hosting Elder from the Stillwater family’s voice rang out once more, commanding their attention.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.