What Is Shooting The Moon In Hearts の小説・ストーリー

The moon hung low in the sky, its light pale and eerie, casting long shadows across the clearing. I could feel its pull deep inside me, just beneath the skin, wrapping itself around my every thought, my every breath. The power was there—growing, swirling, demanding to be unleashed. And yet, it terrified me. I had spent so long running from the truth, pretending that I could stay hidden from what I was becoming. But Maya’s words echoed in my mind, and Kael’s too—the mark, the Heartstone, the others.

She looked up at the moon, full and bright overhead, silver and eternal. "Damon, if you can hear me—thank you. For watching over us. For guiding us. For loving us. For never giving up on us." Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't wipe them away. "We'll carry you with us, always. In our hearts. In our memories. In our children and our children's children." The pack howled—a single, unified sound that rose to the heavens, that echoed off the mountains, that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

And the way Damien had broken her heart years ago under the blood moon. This new woman appeared out of nowhere, carrying that same spark and quiet fury behind her eyes. Taylor’s smile returned, thin and sharp. “Well, well… what are you hiding, Celeste?” She pushed away from the wall and started down the corridor. Her footsteps echoed softly, then faded into the stillness that always settled over Greymoon after nightfall. Outside, the moon hung low — whole and white, the kind that made shadows look almost alive. And under its light, three hearts moved in quiet disarray — one rediscovering love, one curdling with jealousy, and one slowly and dangerously beginning to see the truth.

“Look up.” Eamon didn’t have to say it twice. The courtyard halted mid-stride, mid-order, mid-argument, faces tipping as one toward the sky. The moon had cracked before; now it came apart. Not shards. Plates. Vast, slow petals of stone and light peeling back from a burning heart. Silver fire spilled out like the inside of a wound, bright enough to turn every shadow into an honest confession. “Down!” someone shouted pointlessly, because there is nowhere to hide from a falling sky.

I hated the mate bonds, especially this crazy-ass phenomenon called echoed heartbeats. Why the hell did moon goodness even make that?

The full moon rose over Silvercrest like a clean blade of light. It did not feel like the old moon, the one that had watched wolves kneel under council chants, the one that had witnessed blood rites whispered in stone chambers. This moon carried no weight of obedience. It simply shone. Cold, bright, and honest. The central grounds filled slowly, not because anyone was summoned, but because wolves came willingly. They arrived in quiet groups, shoulders brushing, eyes lifted toward the sky. There were no ritual torches planted in a circle, no carved altar, no sacred platform draped in council cloth.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

“I don’t have time for this, and I don’t want to hurt you. Let Trey know I won’t be his pawn, and since he doesn’t regard me as a sister, he can forget he ever had one.” There was a smile on his face. “Hurt me?” She breathed in the crystalline air of the Mojave Forest behind the compound, moonlight flowing through her veins. The crowd gasped, transfixed by the glow of Emory’s electric green eyes — eyes that matched those of the moon goddess Aworyn. She felt the furious power of the full moon course through her as she shifted into full hunter form: larger than the wolves, but not quite on par with the Lycians who retained their humanoid shape while transformed.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

my heart must acknowledge. In the full moon without light. That night, the moon was bright. But the cloud covered it. Whether the moon is bright or not, my naked eyes can't really trace her appearance. And in the heart longing for his love. It is now a sign of the love that I long for and long for more in my own child. Let the wind blow away the greedy tears. I just went to my hand to clasp. But even the wind now is unable to remove the resentment and tears of my heart. What should I do now at these times to calm my bleeding heart?