Zolar Moon 소설 & 이야기

I had more important things on my mind. Darian walked over to the calendar in my room and pointed at today’s date. It was highlighted. Moon Celebration. “Oh! It’s today?” I blinked. “I haven’t seen the dancers around. Are they arriving later?” Darian frowned. “Do you genuinely have no idea why today is important, or are you just pretending not to care?” “The Moon Celebration has been a tradition for years. Why should I suddenly bother about it today?” “I guess this will jog your memory,” Darian said flatly. “‘If Zoey doesn’t return before the Moon Celebration in three weeks, her position as Luna will be null, and a new Luna must be chosen.’ Does that sound familiar?”

No one moved in their seats to challenge the most powerful man in the pack. “Good,” he said, nodding pleasantly. “The meeting is adjourned.” We were halfway down the corridor when Nirvana caught a whiff of danger from the moon. It had risen fully now, swollen and red, staining the marble floors with blood colored light. The blood moon… “The blood moon?” I wondered why there was one when it wasn’t yet the time of the month. Rozen stopped so fast I nearly collided with his back. “Do you feel that?” I asked when I felt the energy shift instantly.

If Zoran hadn't stepped in, if he hadn't been there to block that dark presence, Lihont might have already started the process of twisting her bond. "He won't touch her," Zoran growled, his aura flaring so brightly that the nearby flowers began to wilt from the heat. "I will kill him before he gets within a mile of her." "Kill him later," Socha said calmly. "Mark her tonight. It is a full moon night, the time when primordial energy is at its absolute peak. The moon will witness and seal the bond in a way that even Lihont’s darkest magic cannot undo…It is the perfect time."

That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done. Twenty-seven wolves were killed In one ceremony all because one Blood Moon rose red and swollen over Blackwood territory. And Selene, nineteen years old and shaking, standing at the edge of it all with blood on her hands that she could not explain. She remembered the faces more than anything. The way they’d looked at her. These were people who had watched her grow up, who had called her by her name, who had sat at tables with her and laughed with her and told her she was going to be the finest Luna their generation had ever seen. They all looked at her like she was someth

Jake said dazedly, “Zinnia healed when she and her father were asleep. Let’s both sleep and let our wolves do their thing. If a pup can do it without knowing how maybe mom is right and it’s instinctive. If so, our wolves can make it happen when we stop thinking so much.” They were both so tired and weak by this point that the deep, slow breaths of deep slumber filled the room within moments. Just before leaving the room to let them rest in peace, a shimmering in the curtains caught Mother Luna’s attention. She opened the them and the silver glow from the moon rushed across the floor to envelope the sleeping couple. She smiled as she left, certain that the moon goddess would keep them both sa

I asked pointing towards the box. He walked to stand in front of me, "This is for you," he lifted the box slightly. "Open it," he nodded with his head. I slowly lifted the lid of the box and a small gasp escaped from my lips as I looked at the wind chime in the box. A smile instantly made its way on my face as I touched the cold surface with my fingers. It made a soft noise when I tried to remove it from the box. There were three golden rectangular tubes in the middle with small stars and moons dangling around them unevenly. The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it.

Seven months and eighteen days, she carried her baby in her womb and he had stolen the breath of life from his lungs while he was inside of her. Evander knew that his wife wanted to be left alone. He could feel her need to be by herself for a bit in order to let herself break down. His wife is a strong and stubborn woman. She would hold herself together in front of others in order to keep her image, but once she was in solitude, she could truly allow herself to feel strong emotions. Doing what he did best, he ran outside to his barn and grabbed his bow and a sheath of arrows. He tossed both over his shoulder and ran deep into the woods behind their house. He would give his wife time to griev

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha