Bewitched Moon Novels & Stories

Three more bodies lay inside, so badly decomposed I couldn't even identify their faces or gender. I stumbled backward, the urge to run taking control over my body. The plant's roots were stretched into all four containers, piercing into each of the bodies as if it were feeding on them. Amidst the silence in the hidden chamber, Jean spoke again. "Do you know… your mom kills someone every month?" A sharp ringing filled my ears the moment her words fell. Then, I learned about a version of Mom I had never known through Jean. Jean told me how Mom would abduct a living person—mostly women—every month. She'd keep them locked in the attic, drawing their blood daily to nourish the plant in the center

A slow, warm trickle from my nose stained my clothes crimson. "Emma?!" Mother’s voice was shrill with panic. I wiped the blood away, my voice eerily calm. "Tell me, Mom… would you miss me if I died from this sickness?" She recoiled as if I’d cursed her. "Don’t be absurd! Your wolf is the strongest among us. The Moon Goddess would never let illness take you!" Dad nodded, already turning back to Fiona. "Your mom’s right. Fiona’s the one we should worry about—her wolf is still weak from the attack."

Leo asked. The healer pressed her lips into a thin line. “Moonstone is sacred, tied to the divine magic of the Goddess herself. But this…” Her fingers hovered above the blade without touching it. “This was twisted. Enchanted. Not with blessing, but with intention. It's not just lodged in her, it’s anchored to her power. It’s feeding off it. Disrupting it.” “So she’s, what, trapped?” Calix asked, voice low. “She’s suspended,” the healer said. “Alive, but… distant. Like the moon on a clouded night. Still there, but unreachable.”

A jolt of freezing wind struck my core, and then visions poured into my mind. A forest, thick and woven with fog. A cottage on the edge of a mountain full of dark magic and thickness of uncertainty. Then my vision moved to the corner of the cottage. A woman—bleeding, unconscious, yet still pulsing with power. Lips were chapped, ankles were tied. Elysia. The vision snapped away. I staggered back, breath heavy, eyes burning. Did she just show me Elysia? “She is in the realm of Dark Witches. To protect you, she is going to destroy the Black Moonstone and collect all the copies of the knowledge. I would suggest you to stay behind. Don't be an obstacle for her,” the Moon Goddess said. “And her so

Isabella’s POV After over a week of calm in the Blood Moon pack, everyone appeared happier and more optimistic about the future. Unexpectedly, the number of monsters pursuing me has decreased; it seemed like they all gave up on me following the moon’s eclipse. We all felt optimistic as the eleventh and final blood moon drew near since we had managed to break free from the curse that threatened to wipe out the pack.Me! The ceremonies to lift the curse had already begun, and the first portion of the prophecy—that “The Luna will be the pack’s salvation”—seemed to be coming true. I was already marked by Dimitri. The mating ritual was the next step after we had already mated. With our vows exchan

It began to pulse, dimming and glowing again like a great heart beating in the heavens. All eyes turned toward the window as stars blinked into unfamiliar shapes, forming a sigil none had seen before: a perfect spiral encircled by two crescents. “A witch’s birthmark,” murmured Vantessa, breathless. “And not just any…” Salem gasped, appearing from the shadows beside her cousin. “The mark of the Moonborn.” Carl wrapped his arm protectively around Maika and Caveen. “What does that mean?” Queen Vantessa stepped forward, her face pale with awe. “It means the child Caveen saw—his unborn sister—is real. And tonight, the world acknowledged her existence.”

The voice of the Moon Goddess resonated in my mind, soothing yet filled with an ethereal power. "Azure, son of the Moon, your devotion to your kin and your unwavering commitment have touched my celestial heart," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice echoing with otherworldly grace. "I hear your plea, and I shall grant you the chance to once again embrace the essence of your Lycan form. Harness this gift wisely, for the path before you is fraught with peril and sacrifice."

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

I pulled her into me and we lost ourselves to each other. ***** It was the most beautiful morning of my life. I was so happy... I had already made the bookings and reservations for a one-month long honeymoon in Australia. I was very excited about this real honeymoon. I would not have believed it just 6 months back that very soon I would be bewitched by a very beautiful, simple, pure and innocent girl. Thank you, God, for that accident on that rainy night, I have been bewitched by an angel since then... The End

Scotland, 1563 Witches Trial. ¶The Crescent moon stood dauntlessly in its peak, damping what remained of the cold night and her fierce haunting breeze. Its light glinted off the well at the middle of the town, carving its image perfectly upon the water's surface, crowning its presence with a boldly instigated silver aura: fierce, demanding and kingly.