Under A Gilded Moon の小説・ストーリー

He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending a slight tickle through me. I turned my head, meeting his deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, freezing everything into eternity. “Happy Winter Solstice Festival, Xaibe.” He leaned in close to my ear, murmuring softly, “On the next full moon night, let us go to the Moon Goddess to mark our bond.” Outside the window, the aurora continued its dance across the night sky, its brilliant colors reflecting upon my face and onto Xaibe's face. Catching each other's scent, we held one another in a tight embrace.

The bond flared warmly, moonlight threads weaving gentle silver patterns around their bodies and drifting toward the cradle to brush lovingly over their son. As they held each other beside the cradle, the capital continued its peaceful winter celebration outside. The Winter Moon Festival filled the streets with music and laughter. The people went about their days with growing confidence, many now openly speaking of the Silver Consort’s miracle and the heir who would one day rule with both steel and silver light.

Halvern was watching them again. Not openly. But enough. Nyx followed his gaze. “Ah,” she said softly. “What?” “We’re interesting.” “That’s not good.” “No,” Nyx agreed. “It really isn’t.” Later that evening, Nyx crossed the atrium alone. The academy had quieted into twilight calm. Lamps glowed along the marble floors. Shadows stretched across the walls like long fingers. The scoreboard still burned above. Moore / Calder — 1 Beneath it:

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

The sacred glade had not been used in living memory. Hidden deep within Silvercrest territory, accessible only to those the Moon Goddess herself deemed worthy—or worthy of judgment—it lay silent beneath a sky thick with stars. Luna had never seen it before. Neither had most of the pack. But tonight, the ancient stones would witness history.

She can’t bleed out on the floor of his room like an unwanted thing. Her legs barely support her as she stumbles toward the door. Her vision swims. Her heart feels like it’s being crushed inside her chest. The sounds of music float up from downstairs — laughter, clinking glasses, soft murmurs of alliances being formed under the watchful eyes of the full moon. The Moon Gala. Every year, under the brightest full moon, the Gala brings together packs from across the lands. Grand feasts, formal dances, secret negotiations... smiles masking rivalries, alliances sealed with toasts.

And above the ancient ruins, beneath the cold silver moon— The hunt had finally begun.

Enara removed her necklace while Enos removed his bracelet and dropped them together on the white-filled circle of the moon water. A white beam of light emerged from the reflected moon circle shooting white light straight into a line upwards towards the full moon in the sky. The water soon rose out of the lake building a cylindrical narrow channel of wall water tunnel ahead. A door was formed made of water and moon earth overlapping each other and a golden knob formed from mixed gold and opal. Enos opened the door.