Yakuza Moon Book Novels & Stories

she chuckled, “I can see immediately that you are in love…” I blushed instantly. Hiro smirked, took my hand, and kissed it. “I will be forever grateful, that she decided to love someone like me,” Hiro said smiling at me. That made me blush even more, but couldn't help not to smile back at him. “So… Mrs. Tsuchida, what do you do for living?” Mr. Moore asked suddenly. “I'm a writer,” I replied. “Really? What kind of books you write?” “Actually, I wrote only one,” I laughed nervously, “It's a criminal thriller called “Inside the Devil's Mind”, it's been published not long ago…”

Lucian’s flames ignited. “Say another word about my child.” Azrael laughed. “You still don’t understand, Lucian.” He raised his hand. The sky turned red. A gigantic blood moon appeared above them. Amara’s eyes widened. “That moon…” Azrael’s voice became almost gentle. “Every cycle had a moon.” The moon began cracking. “But this one…” A golden eye opened inside it. “…has a Blood Moon.” Lucian stared upward. Then the golden light inside Amara suddenly pulsed violently.

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.

And maybe the whole world. The vampire took the heavy book from Ilyana's hands. Instead, he lowered a thin notebook with a symbol crudely drawn onto it into his open palm. Ilyana batted her eyelashes in surprise. She knew this sign - a waxing moon with a cross at its base. This was the sign of the White Moon. - Servant of the Temple of Two Moons? - Ilyana looked at her guide in surprise. - Sorry, madam. It's time for me to return to my post. Please, return the book to its place after reading,” having completely changed, Eriz headed back, leaving the girl alone.

I pressed it gently, and a small compartment creaked open. Inside was a worn, leather-bound book. Dust covered it like a veil. On the front, the faint outline of a moon glimmered when the light hit it. The Moon Book. Jorge had once mentioned it...the old records of prophecies and bloodlines. I thought it was just one of his old stories meant to keep me hopeful during the worst nights. I sat on the nearest chair, brushing the dust away. The leather was cracked, soft at the corners. My fingers trembled as I opened it.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

I kept reading the next few lines, it did not have much information just how moon could affect the wolves as well but it was not clear how. *The blood moon does not leave the victims and always leaves a scar on the soul of survivors.* I did not understand the meaning of this line but something stirred uneasiness in my heart as I read it, it could not be good. Victims? How could moon pick its victim? The story of the pack once again came to my head, what if they were also victims? But according to the book there could be survivors, did it mean someone survived from the pack? If they did where were they?

” I asked, frustrated by the sassy words. “I really don't know,” Emily said, flipping onto the next page. They even wrote more about this problem. How the crossing over worked initially, the explanation of parallel worlds, alternate universes, doppelgängers. Signs of being from another world after total memory loss, and stories. A bunch of stories of people who have suffered from this. “Author?” Nikkie asked, and Elaine flipped the book over. “MoonCub.” She replied, with a sigh. “Well, let's find MoonCub. " We have the map, don't we?” Nikkie said, snatching the book.

I’m at the treeline and I can feel something and I don’t know what it is but Kaelis it’s coming from inside me and I don’t know what to do with it. I read it, then looked at Vael. “How do we help them?” I asked. “All of them. Zevran. Every wolf the return touched. How do we help them when they don’t even have a name for this?” Vael’s eyes were full and steady. “That’s why we came out of the deep territory.” She reached inside her jacket and pulled out a small, battered book. The cover was soft and worn. Pages thick and rough, the kind only handmade paper has. She held it out for me.

He hands it over to Menodora, like she's supposed to recognize it or something. “Someone left this at the gates." “Is it meant for me?" Menodora turns it over with a slight furrow in her brows. I can tell the wheels in her head are already turning, looking for whatever clues she can find. “Yes, but there's no name and no return address…so basically we have no idea where it is from." “Oh, now that's very weird,” my wolf ponders. Menodora opens the pouch and pulls out a single silver pendant. The shape of it is a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf, like the moon is protecting the wolf. The blood drains from my face even as Menodora looks up confused.