You Shine In The Moonlight Novels & Stories

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Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

"I am strong enough." "First Moon Queen—" "I am strong enough to stop you." "First Moon Queen—" "I am strong enough to destroy you." "First Moon Queen—" "I am the Moon Queen." I swung my sword. The silver light blazed—brighter than the sun, brighter than the moon, brighter than anything I had ever seen. It cut through the darkness like a blade through silk, shattering the first Moon Queen's defenses. The shadows screamed as they dissolved, their crimson eyes fading into nothing. The darkness that had surrounded her shattered like glass, fragments of shadow scattering across the courtyard.

Focusing on the pool in front of me, I wasn’t used to seeing it this lit up. There hadn’t been much light here in the past but look how it had changed. Maybe it wasn’t the only thing that could change. Maybe it wasn’t the only thing that had changed. I definitely had. When I used to come here, it would always be right before or after the full moon. At times when the light shining down was at its brightest and I could see where I was going. When I could see those who might be hiding in the shadows. I couldn’t help the snort. Except Shane had hidden well in those shadows. The illusion of being alone and being safe had made me bold. These waters had once been the highlight of my month.

The paper moon dropped into the bin, landing among scraps and debris. The moon doesn't shine on its own. It only reflects the sun. And I no longer need anyone else's light. I am my own.

My gaze drifts higher, genuinely puzzled by how a bright moon could shine almost every single night when the sun barely shows itself during the day. In Science class we'd been taught that the moon shines by reflecting the sunlight. Maybe in this world, it just doesn't count. For the past four nights, that moon had become my quiet companion. Somehow, I’d discovered it eased the heat stage for me. Since then, I’ve taken to sleeping on the balcony, letting the cool moonlight wash over my skin and dull the burning inside. A soft knock at the door pulls my attention away from my thoughts. Shawn? But Shawn doesn't knock.

The moon shines bright above, promising hours of illumination as the nightlife awakens. Why can't I just let him in as he requested? Would it be so bad to allow myself one person? Stop this, Bianca. Stop letting him rule your thoughts! Gritting my teeth around the inside of my cheek, I study the nearest thing I see in the sky—the moon. I've always felt at home with the moon over the sun. The light it supplies in the dead of night has always guided me better than the shining sun. I lose myself in the craters that, despite being so far away, I can see perfectly.

The soft glow of the screen illuminated the dimly lit room, casting shifting shadows across the walls. But as I glanced out the window, my attention was drawn to the sight of the full moon hanging in the night sky, its radiant light casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. Mesmerized by its beauty, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. The moon, with its luminous presence, seemed to hold a silent promise of serenity and tranquility. After a hard day at work, it was like a beacon of light in the darkness of my life.

The moon shines bright above, promising hours of illumination as the nightlife awakens. Why can't I just let him in as he requested? Would it be so bad to allow myself one person? Stop this, Bianca. Stop letting him rule your thoughts! Gritting my teeth around the inside of my cheek, I study the nearest thing I see in the sky—the moon. I've always felt at home with the moon over the sun. The light it supplies in the dead of night has always guided me better than the shining sun. I lose myself in the craters that, despite being so far away, I can see perfectly.

“Hold on for the moon. It will heal you.” As they finally reached the heart of the shadowed peaks, a hidden valley bathed in an eerie, ethereal light, the full moon hung like a luminous orb in the inky sky. And there, nestled amongst ancient, gnarled trees, were the moonpetal flowers, their petals glowing with an otherworldly luminescence.