White Moon The English Novels & Stories

⸻ She stood beneath a crimson moon. Thousands of wolves surrounded her. Silver wolves. Black wolves. Golden wolves. ⸻ An army. ⸻ And at the center stood a woman. ⸻ Beautiful. Powerful. Radiant. ⸻ Her silver-white hair danced in the wind. Moonlight glowing around her skin. ⸻ The Moon Queen. ⸻ The woman slowly turned. ⸻ And Amara froze. ⸻ Because the woman had her face. ⸻ The Queen smiled sadly.

Morning in the White didn’t happen the way it did anywhere else. It didn’t break. It leaked. Thin strips of weak light bled through the skeletal trees, painting everything in washed-out gray. The frost clung stubbornly to the ground, whispering under Kaela’s boots as she sat up in the cold.

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

The black hair on the walls began to retreat, sizzling as if hit by acid. "The light," Elodie gasped. She looked at the viewport. A sliver of pure, blinding white light was cutting through the amber shell. It wasn't sunlight. It was cold. Piercing. The White Moon had risen. "Victor, the Moon!" The charred ghost shrieked. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a forest fire being extinguished by a flood. It began to dissolve into gray flakes of ash, swirling toward the air vents.

[Old at Heart; Wicked at Soul. All White Ways become Darkened!] 'A night at Castle Of Darkness; Where Lord Rafael and his Lady, Mauve Dwells. ••• "I hope you remember our agreement. We now know that the book is written in ancient Greek— you just have to find the 'translator' and I will do the rest." Mauve said in a murmur that slightly sounded like a lullaby to Wendell as his vision began getting blurry promptly after she puffed. She turned her features— together with her figure at Wendell after he did not respond.

He said that he's not seeing Angela but why was he showing that he hadn't moved on with that woman? Jewel was jealous. In this unfamiliar place, all she could do was to stand there as if waiting for someone. She felt small all of the sudden and didn't notice that she was walking ahead with no clear direction in her mind. She had entered the dark forest nearby the village. Suddenly, her foot stumbled upon a sharp stone. She gasped and protected her face from the fall. "Ow!" Jewel grimaced and looked around. All she could see was the full moon hanging above the night sky. Her body shivered in the cold. It was no secret that forests in the province have their coldness seeping around when the s

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

The blue moon is illuminating the night, giving a beautiful scene in every corner of the beautiful forest. The wind blows in my face. I can feel the coldness that enveloping me. I can see a wolf looking herself in the river, waiting for someone. She's beautiful, white as light. Her fur is glowing like the blue moon in the sky. She howls to the moon and the moon become so bright as if the Moon Goddess herself is watching the wolf.

“I...I hate to even think about what those poor people went through.” “And those poor innocent women burned at the stakes,” Liam reminded his father. Burning some unjust, old, angry white men didn’t mean anything to Liam. They had hurt people, they deserved what they got. Lily didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve any of it. She was an angel in disguise, a woman with no evil in her body, and now she was burning at the invisible stake. Liam had to save her. “Okay, so you convinced the witches,” Liam pressed. “Then what?”

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."