White Moon The English の小説・ストーリー

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Tia looked at both Dawn and Leya mouth agape but surprisingly Jhan looked rather composed, like he was thinking about something he wouldn't let us hear. Anger flooded through me and I wanted rip apart who ever had done this. A figure of a man appeared out of nowhere. The man stepped into the moon light. He wore a white long sleeve shirt that had dirt all over, brown trousers and a thick white scarf over his neck. His head was shaven skin and I recognized the edged and old face of our former neighbour.

Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight." Galen nodded, "She is right," he said. "You would be able to read it under the full moon's light." "Rena, you should-" Galen was stunned. He stopped midsentence since he realized that Verena was spacing out. She held the book Lunaria and flipped through its pages as tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong, Rena?" he asked. "Why are you crying?" Zoren rushed to make her face him. "What's wrong?" he rushed to ask. "Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? What's going on? Tell me!"

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

she spat out. That piqued his interest. “Why did they take Clarissa and her mother?” He questioned adjusting himself on the horse he had come on. “A witch came with them,” Yomen’s eyes bulged. “And suddenly a white wolf came out from her.” “Stop talking.” The girl went silent immediately, her lips quivering in fear. “A white wolf, you said. Tell me, did this wolf glow in the moonlight?” She nodded her head furiously. Yomen looked up at the moon. “Not only did I find out that the whistling coven is still alive, the white wolf has finally shown herself,” his lips twisted into a sick grin.

“Let’s go for a run. I promise, I won’t run into trouble. Besides, I have you to protect me.” Whitee sighed. “I haven’t come into my true powers yet… but maybe this run will bring everything back. You need it. We both do.” With that, I let the moon’s power flood through me again. And before I knew it, Whitee’s eerie green gaze was staring straight into my soul. The only difference now was the icy blue glowing around the green, like a frozen aurora. She was truly magnificent. “Let’s form camouflage so we won’t be seen.”

She said, batting her eyelashes at my parents. “That’s very nice of you. Sure!” Mom said, looking at Dad, who nodded at the same time. “Oh, I’ll only come if Izobel will come,” Amber said, pouting and fluttering her eyelashes to me. I gawked at her. ‘Come on, Amber! Tomorrow’s full moon. It might be my time to shine! Hello? A little consideration, please!’ “Of course! Um... Izobel should come, too.” She said, hearing her sigh.

Night Moon pack blaze trail strong through faced hardships lines gifts strengthen all pack's core ready meet awaiting roads lead on still untrod by any paws yet. Moon looks witness to our soul's bond to sky realm powers rules unseen turnings still yet wove. As AlSteel'steel mind touches the fights sure come not just at the pack's bounds but beyond its circle edge where destinies crossing interweave one great design. The unseen realm beckons Night Moon taking its thread knot tying all the grand cloth weaves ahead to the tapestry's next pages still awaiting our paw prints step onto stamping its threads on still unwoven pages ahead dimly covered ill-dimly-covered mist veils.

Opening my eyes, with determination written all over my face, I started to speak out loud and strong the words that Edmond wrote down, “I am calling out for the gatekeeper to open the passage and let us through, to seek for the help of the great White Moon warriors.” My eyes started to shine white as the words were being spoken, making the white light appear from the crack where my hand was, making everyone gasp and stand up as they watched, mesmerized by the scene that appeared before their eyes. “Say it again.” Jessabelle instructed me. Feeling a moment later, warmth spread all over my body, I repeated the words, “I am calling out for the gatekeeper to open the passage and let us through,

The moon hangs low and watchful, her light silvering everything she touches. Including him. Edward shifts slightly, a soft groan leaving his lips. My heart squeezes. His weight is warm, heavy, familiar. I bury my face in his hair, and stop. His hair. It isn’t the warm chestnut brown I’ve known all my life. It’s white. Completely, utterly white. Like moonlight turned solid including his lashes, his beard and his eyebrows. I freeze, staring at him. My fingers tremble as they brush the strands. The color isn’t dry or brittle like age, it’s alive somehow, shimmering faintly, as if the moon has claimed him.