Under A Gilded Moon の小説・ストーリー

My mother told me once, that no one’s existence is a punishment, and when the time came I come to discover something peculiar about my identity, I shall not fear it. I never really understood what it meant until now. If I had known, I would have prepared myself. Every revelation hung heavy in the air, thick enough to choke on. Alongside Nero, we stood within the heart of the Moon Glade, a hidden sanctuary that happened to be nestled within the village where the Silverwood Pack resides. The village was both stunned and amazed by the Elders’ of the Moon’s sudden arrival. Still, they are unaware of the true reason why the group is here.

The moon's surface glows with a soft, silver light that seems to emanate from within, casting long, shimmering shadows that dance across the terrain. Beneath the surface, she discovers vast networks of crystal caves, their walls adorned with sparkling gemstones that refract and amplify the moon's magical glow. These caves hold ancient secrets and mystical energies, drawing her deeper into their mesmerizing depths. As she explores further, Jolene encounters ethereal beings known as Lunar Guardians, their shimmering forms drifting gracefully through the lunar landscape. They watch over the moon's mystical realm, preserving its balance of magic and protecting it from dark forces. In secluded va

"You find humour in strange places, Damian. What harm could befall me here? We are within the boundaries of our pack territory." Yet, as Dad turned to call out for me, a sudden, thunderous roar shattered the fragile tranquillity. In an instant, the moonlit clearing transformed into a battleground, and Dad faced not his trusted friend but a beast—an onyx-furred wolf, eyes ablaze with a sinister gleam.

The silver moon hangs perfectly and brightly over the sacred forest and gives it a wonderful glow through the old oak outside. Aria clings to the rough bark of a large tree at the end of the ritual, her ribs piercing her heart like a longing for freedom. The Moon ritual - the holiest night in her group’s calendar - takes place before her and is full of mysterious glory.

While Emily was just as caring as Jess, she wasn’t good at reading people the way Jess was. Finally, we made it to the open clearing that had several well-trimmed low plants around it and a direct view that the moon was starting to gather. The place was large, and even though there had to be at least five hundred people here, there was still a lot of space that could contain five times more people. Standing on a high platform in the middle with my mom beside him, Mr Callaghan cleared his throat and easily brought the crowd to deathly silence. “Tonight, under the power of the full moon, my wife-to-be would become the Luna of this pack, and we would celebrate the blessings of the moon goddess!

Silas’s expression sharpened, his gaze locked on her. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t choose an heir through politics or bloodline alone. She marks them—a pattern like no other, etched into the skin, glowing only beneath the light of a full moon. It cannot be faked. It cannot be denied.” Celeste looked down at her hands, her voice trembling. “I carry those markings.”

If anything, love had made her even more beautiful. Daniel, now a man with silver in his hair, let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh. He took a step back, retreating into the shadows behind the curtains. Time had slipped away. She still stood in the light. And he had long since been swallowed by the darkness. (The End)

She was heating up; I could tell by the steam coming off her in the night, illuminated by the full moon. I felt Hoku rising to the surface, wanting to meet the moon and our beautiful mate. He could sense whatever was going on under her heated skin, pushing and thrashing under my skin, wanting to welcome whatever it was. The party all stood and walked out behind Kamari, eyes glowing yellow and orange behind me. I knew my crimson eyes were shining as we all watched the witch maiden in front of us, moon bathing. A storm was rumbling towards us and fast. Was it Kamari who drew the storm our way?

Meanwhile, in the sacred valley of the Dark Moon Pack, I was at the altar, dressed in a silver gown, my long hair braided and adorned with moonstones. I seemed to sparkle against the sun, while Lyon stood beside me, his figure towering as he held my hand, our matching engagement rings glinting against the sun's glow. Lyon's voice was deep and strong, ringing throughout the valley as he swore, "I, Lyon, take Susan as my beloved Luna. My claws shall be her protection, my domain shall be her safe harbor—all my honor, loyalty and my very being is hers." Our packs cheered thunderously, blessing us, when Daniel tore his way through the crowd.

The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, its silver light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains of Elara’s private chambers. The packhouse had finally fallen silent after the chaotic welcome feast for Lila, but sleep evaded the reborn Luna. Elara stood at the tall arched window, her sheer black robe clinging to her still-flushed skin. Kael’s cum had long since dried on her thighs from their earlier encounter, a sticky reminder of the role she was forced to play. She traced a finger along the bruise on her hip where his claws had dug in, the slight sting sending a dark thrill through her core.