Under A Paper Moon All Time Low Novels & Stories

The secret that leads into a bloody night under the full moon that shines darkly from above. -MyMischievous_M

He hadn’t apologized either. He’d left me questioning myself. ⸻ I didn’t go home. Instead, my feet carried me down familiar streets until warm light spilled onto the sidewalk. The Half Moon Night Café glowed softly against the dark, its sign etched in silver and gold—a crescent moon cradling the word night beneath it. It wasn’t loud or inviting in the usual way. It felt like a secret you were meant to stumble upon. The bell chimed gently when I stepped inside.

Shane, Helios, and Ethos with Rana on his back walked on the lake water and reached the bank. They touched the dry ground. The sudden rustling of the leaves sounded as birds flew out of the trees. Birds chirping above the trees were heard. The frogs croaked from the lake and on the ground. Midnight at Lunara already felt like dawn as the sun was already out in the sky. Midnight was actually dawn in the City of the Moon as it was very different from the normal human world.

RPOV Despite my enthusiastic attitude at the beginning of this trip, two hours in, I was ready to be done with the transit part. A few minutes in, the music I had turned on and up had begun to bother Dimitri and his driving abilities. He turned off my music and opted for gentle country music, complete with banjos and fiddles. I wasn't even aware that Montana had country music stations, but leave it to Dimitri to find the only one.

Ollie: Don't make me revoke your pizza privileges. I found myself smiling as I walked outside. Snow drifted from the sky. Cold air bit at my cheeks. My phone buzzed again. Another message. I expected the group chat. I expected Anya. I expected literally anyone else. Instead my stomach dropped. Unknown Number. Just seeing it made my chest tighten. The smile disappeared. A second message appeared before I could stop it. Then a third. Then a fourth. And suddenly, after two months of peace, I had a feeling the universe was about to remind me that it never lets me keep good things for long.

"And we'll pray the moon protects us." It was a fragile plan, built on hope and desperation. But it was all we had. So we agreed. Secret meetings. Stolen moments. A love that existed only in the shadows. And we prayed it would be enough. The weeks that followed were a double life. By day, I was Luna—attentive to Damon, devoted to the pack, perfect in every way. I sat through meetings, tended the wounded, smiled at the right moments. No one suspected. By night, I was Caleb's.

The way he nibbled his lower lip and glanced down at my mouth made me very aware of his gaze. I kept my hands to myself, however, as I nodded and said, “I’ll try but I only know a handful of other werewolves and never met their packs so I can only tell you what I know and not all of it might be accurate because I have nothing to compare it to.” “Then… start with the moon magic shit,” Rem said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and with some fluster. “That would be the same in every pack, right?”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

she said. Vaeron said nothing. But something in his chest cracked and he whispered: “She’s remembering who she is.” Deep in the Deadwood, they howl without sky. No moons. No law. Outcasts among outcasts. I came to them bleeding. They laughed, they bared teeth. But when I spoke, the ground trembled. And they bowed. “Luna of No One,” they said and gave me their dead. The night was quiet. Too quiet. Seris struck while I slept. No blade. Just words.

"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.