You Shine In The Moonlight Novels & Stories

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

The room was drowned in silence. The dais figure then spoke, a rich, throaty sound that washed over the room like a comforting duvet. “My friends. My family. The full moon is coming.” “The moon is coming…” the crowd groaned in unison. “Tonight we gather in preparation for this divine blessing, this power of nature that sets us apart from the world.” “We are apart from others. We are special.” The crowd muttered together. “But tonight we are not alone. There is one amongst us who should not be here.”

Solan stared at her with wide eyes. "I ... w a s... o n l y... a s k i n g... t o... s l e e p o v e r... b u t... i f... y o u... w a n t... t o... s l e e p... t h e n... y o u... c a n... s l e e p. B u t... d o... y o u... h a v e... p r o t e c t i o n.

Everything, except for one word that kept resounding in my mind. Bond. *** Moonlight shined down on me. Its warm beams catch the dew that glimmered off the grass and illuminated a path before me. I began to follow the trail of moonlight. My bare feet stepped quietly and with purpose as I made my way up a hill. When I reached the top I looked at the full moon. It was enormous and emitted a warm glow. Something inside me called to it. Closing my eyes in contentment, I stood there under its power and let its magic absorb into my skin. Then the sound of soft tinkling caught my attention.

Brilliant light shot down from above, piercing the dimly lit room. I shielded my eyes from the fierce glow. And there she stood, annoyance etched across her expression. The Moon Goddess.

Witch Guardian stepped forward, her voice carrying a sense of calm authority. “The Moon Goddess is watching over us. We’ve prepared for this moment, and we will not falter. Trust in each other, and trust in your strength”. Veronica added, her voice fierce. “We don’t just fight for ourselves. We fight for Alex, Evelyn, and their child. We fight for the future. Now, let’s show them what this pack is made of!” The courtyard erupted in a unified roar, the sound vibrating through the earth itself. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the pack braced itself for the battle to come, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over the determined faces of those ready to defend their home.

The sounds of the party faded into a distant hum, until it felt like we were the only two people in the world. Late that night, the full moon spilled its silver light over us, a blessing from the Goddess herself. My new life had just begun.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

I carefully laid him back down. Closing my eyes, I appealed to the only natural light available, the light of the moon. It was almost full and glowed brightly above the electric street lamps. It wasn't as easy as using sunlight. The moonlight felt weaker, maybe because its light was a reflection of the sun. Truth. Yes. That was it. But it could still work. I'd try sending it straight into Zander's wound.

The shrine greets me with shadows and flickering light, but at my arrival, her eyes brighten, her posture lifting. “Greetings, my lady,” she says, voice soft but steady. A heartbeat of silence passes before I answer, “You always try to make light of every darkness.” “The Moon Goddess urges us to be hopeful,” she replies. “Hence her consistent light, even in the darkest dawn.” I lower my head. “I am lost—between love and hate. I cannot tell which is greater… or which is winning.” The shaman rises, turning her back to me as though to listen for the goddess. Her voice deepens.