White Moonlight 소설 & 이야기

Elena's point of view. The night sky stretches above us, clear and vast, as we walk toward the heart of the pack’s land. The moon, though waning, still shines brightly, its surface a radiant white. Mom often says that a white moon urges us forward, a yellow moon calls us to reflect on the past, and a blue moon brings fortune. But a blood moon—well, she always said death follows a red moon. Her own mother passed away beneath one.

The moon represents love, coldness, and compassion. Watching everything from afar, it holds all the mysteries of the world. Being the oldest guards of the world, it protects humans from the dead and profane creatures that are hiding under the dark with its silvery light. But that day there's no moon and moonlight. It's completely dark in that eerie midnight. The place was weirdly silent and cold, perhaps the air and the trees know what type of merciless act going to happen there. Tides moved slowly in fear and no other creature is awake to witness it.

She squeezed Lila’s shoulder, her shield pendant catching the moonlight, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared renewal. The pack joined hands, their voices rising in a soft, harmonious chant, the moonlight illuminating their faces, the air thick with the scent of sage, frost, and pine, the clearing a sacred space of ritual, their unity a radiant flame in the forest’s heart. The silver light from the altar flared brighter, a shimmering crescent moon forming above them, its glow bathing the clearing in ethereal light, the wolves raising their heads to howl, their voices echoing through the forest, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on the

The clearing lay silent, save for the whisper of the wind through the ancient pines and the soft murmur of a distant stream. The moon, swollen and blood-red, hung low in the sky; its eerie light illuminating every dewdrop, every blade of grass, and every scar on Selene’s skin. For a moment, the world was reduced to this fragile, luminous peace; a stark contrast to the chaos that had roared just hours before.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

The room was drowning in shadows, bathed only in slivers of pale blue light that filtered through the open balcony door. The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting a ghostly glow over the cold walls. The thin white curtains fluttered with the breeze, swaying like they were dancing to a melody only they could hear. But inside, silence reigned—thick and heavy.

BLUE’S POV. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, we found ourselves riding through the wilderness, miles away from the Moon light pack. "Are we still far from the Eli mountains?" I ask once more, frustration creeping in after hours of riding without a town in sight. The sun was setting, and the insects were swarming. Exhausted, I swatted at a mosquito on my hand and muttered, “I am getting tired, and it is getting dark so quickly."

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo