Romans & histoires White Moonlight

A beam as though it was meant to be just so. A hand, feminine fingers appear on the dais, moving towards a circle carved in the middle. If I had a face my eyebrows would be furrowed. Is that… my hand? The moment the hand, my hand covers the circle fingers meeting the spread at the ends, it glowed. Like the moon. I gasp awake with a start, my eyes running all over, it takes me a moment to come to fully. Right. I’m in Dark Woods. My eyes travel to the windows, it’s dawn already, soft light already slipping in through, I can hear Lily sleeping on her chosen bed in the room we share, I release a deep breath.

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 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.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

Every hair along his shoulders rose. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl. Not at Kael. Not at the trees. At the sky. Rowan looked up. The moon had changed. A thin veil of clouds drifted across it, tinting the light a pale crimson. No… Not crimson. Silver. The moonlight itself had become brighter, almost liquid, spilling through the branches like flowing water. Kael stared upward. “I never thought I’d see another Silver Moon.” “What is a Silver Moon?” Rowan asked.

We move as one toward the edge of the Hollow, toward the field where the veil thinned under the last full moon. Where we showed her what remained of our world beyond. The stars blaze above, casting a bright light against the obsidian sky. The Milk Moon hasn’t reached its peak yet, but it’s close. High and full, it bleeds a silver-white glow over the trees, lighting the path ahead.

Waiting. Above the broken tree line, the moon had risen. Bone-white and too full, hanging low and wide in the ash-colored sky. The Bone Moon. It glared through twisted branches like an eye that had seen too much, then stopped judging. Cold. Eternal. Familiar. Its light caught the ragged edges of the ridge and silvered them. The stones around us cast no shadows, like even they were afraid to interrupt the stillness. Smoke curled from the remains of the fire, thin and pale as old ghosts.

Luke whispered, more to himself than anyone else, before leading the herd back to their base under the waning moonlight. *** That night, the full moon shone softly, illuminating every corner of Luke's room quietly. The atmosphere in the room was quiet, yet there was a heavy silence in the air. Luke sat on the window ledge, looking out with thoughtful eyes. The moonlight bounced off the wooden floor beneath him, as if reflecting the feelings he held in his heart-a mixture of serenity and emptiness.

But as I stared at Rhys, pleading with the silent force of my entire being for the dissolution of the bond, the heavy gray clouds directly above the execution post suddenly tore open. A bright, ethereal light poured through the gap. The Moon. It was barely mid-morning. The Moon should have been invisible. Instead, it was intense, powerful, and stark white. The light was cold, intense, and focused solely on me, bathing the entire execution ground in a strange, otherworldly glow.

"So, moonlight isn't just sunlight bouncing off the moon; it's like a transformed version of sunlight, carrying a different energy?" "Exactly!" She nodded, pleased with my understanding. "It's like the moon's own version of sunlight, altered and imbued with a unique essence as it journeys through space and time before reaching us here on Earth. That's what makes harvesting moonlight so intriguing—it's tapping into this distinct energy source, harnessing its qualities for various purposes. It's almost like the blue fires used by certain creatures, but not quite similar."