Banshee Moon Nude Novels & Stories

Shutting off the television and game system, I went to look at my neighbor's house. Lights illuminated the backyard. A first in all the times that I have looked over. Maybe she was having a party. I caught movement and I looked over to the pool to see Ms. Banes swimming in the pool. She was in the middle of the pool treading water and facing away from me. The moon reflected off the water, and she was basking in it. That was when she turned to look back at the house, and her eyes shimmered. I thought it was just something my mind. A naked man appeared to form the back of the house and walked to the edge of the water.

I spun around, startled. Kane stood in the doorway, panting, his eyes wide. Behind him came Dane, his jaw clenched, scanning the room. Lila was right behind them, holding something tight to her chest, Zane’s old jacket. Her face was pale. All three of them froze as soon as they saw her. The Moon Goddess. Floating just above the ground, glowing softly like moonlight made flesh. Her long silver hair shifted in a breeze that wasn’t really there, and her eyes glowed with quiet power.

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.

They watched Athena as she made small talks with business tycoons. "Am I allowed to kill her?" Lisa holds the knife in her hand and watched Athena with pure hatred. "No need. I have already plan on how to kill her." Celestine was resting her head on the back of the chair with her eyes closed. She looked like a fairy. Her small baby bump was visible now. "What do you mean?" Now the trio on the table turned their attention to Celestine and eagerly waited for her answer. "Don't spoil the fun. Brad wait for my orders and when I asked you plug this USB with the projector." Celestine passed him the USB.

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

Dana stood in the doorway. Completely naked. The bright moonlight illuminated her perfect, tempting silhouette. With those glowing eyes, she looked like something out of legend—a mythical creature. A damn seductive one. A beautiful nymph. I was simply spellbound. And then she shocked me again by saying, “Run!” Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not running anywhere. I couldn’t help the grin tugging at my lips as the image flashed in my mind—me, sprinting through the forest, chased by a naked woman. There’s a limit to any man’s self-control, and mine had just shattered.

“But this pack believes Omegas exist to be crushed. To remind others what weakness looks like.” My hands clenched. “I’m not weak,” I said. Maeve met my gaze. “That’s what frightens them.” A chill slid down my spine. That night, sleep came in fragments. When it did, the Moon found me. I stood in a silver field, barefoot, the grass glowing beneath my feet. The sky shimmered, heavy with stars. “You hide too well,” a voice echoed. I turned. A woman stood before me, her hair woven from moonlight, her eyes endless.

The moon hung high, swollen and silver, bleeding its glow through the tangled branches of Black Hollow Forest. Luna Cross moved like smoke—silent, seductive, untouchable. Her black leather pants clung to her hips, the crimson crop top revealing the jagged scar above her navel, a relic of a fight she barely survived. She didn’t run with a pack. She didn’t obey rules. She fucked, fought, and vanished. Rogues like her weren’t supposed to survive long. But Luna didn’t just survive—she owned the night.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”