Black Moonlight Novels & Stories

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

I saw myself holding his hand but I just could not hear what I was saying to him no matter how hard I tried. Then I heard another voice again. This time it was coming from in front of me. The voice was that of a woman's and each word echoed as she spoke. I looked at her and she had on a translucent blue dress, she had nothing underneath and everything was visible to the eyes. Her hair was black and wavy, and her skin was pale and milky. What caught my attention the most was the colour of her eyes, they were grey like mine but they shined like a full moon.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

hell? There is white light all around her body and she is practically basking in it. The light is shimmering and I see it slowly spreading in the air. "Guys?! Come here, like right now." I shout and they are by me in a second. They gasp and inhale. "What the-" Vlad says. "Hell." Damien says. Damien takes a step ahead and black vines come out of nowhere and take a hold of his feet as soon as the light touches him.

His nose twitched and tingled, tracking the stench of a vampire feeding. He was cloaked in silence and stealth, slowly padding through the soft grass and freshly fallen leaves. The dense forest was the perfect waiting place for an ambush as his predatory eyes found his prey. The thick greenery with its silvery filter of the bright white light from the full moon helped to camouflage his light sandy colored coat. His yellow gold eyes trained on the vampire as he curled his lips to expose his pearly white canines. His unsuspecting prey let out a hissing shriek of surprise when he finally revealed himself before the undead began gurgling on his own blood while Kaynon locked his jaws around the v

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He was as tall as Aiden and I could see his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt. He had an old scar on his face, starting from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. His brown hair was messy from the wind, strands flying across his face. He was a good looking man no doubt, despite his scar, but there was something frightening about this man.It was his eyes. I always thought Aiden’s eyes were intimidating but I was proven wrong by the man. His eyes were pitch black. The same colour that Aiden’s eyes turn when he is

His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate. - Leah's fate was far worse than anyone could have imagined. According to the guards, she had completely lost her mind. When the wolfsbane's toxicity flared, she writhed in the water dungeon while screaming. Her skin became raw and bloody from all the scratching. Her nails fell off. Blood stained the cold cement floor. When I heard the news, I was teaching Katie how to identify different types of flowers. "Mom, what's this flower called?" Katie pointed to a purple blossom curiously.

Could it be that the light magic comes out in the aftermath of positive moments? By now the light is so bright that I have to squint, and it’s blazing through the canvas of the tent like a beacon. It isn’t until too late that it dawns on me to be worried, alarm bells going off in the back of my mind as I bask in the literal glow of my affection for Atlas. Wait, if the werebears are looking for the Blood Moon pack— That’s all I have time to think. As if on cue, the sounds of chaos erupt from outside the tent, coming, of course, from the direction of the pack encampment.