Black Moonlight Novels & Stories

Mom's nails drew crescent moons in her palms. The scene burned behind her eyelids: Emma signing the transfer documents, shoving Jim into Fiona's arms... then disappearing into thin air. Then she totally disappeared. Their little she-wolf never stayed out overnight before. Never let a call go unanswered. No, their Emma must meet some problems. Panic clawed up mom’s throat as her wolf whimpered in her chest—a primal dread she couldn’t outrun. Kane’s forehead glistened with sweat, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

I hope I gave you a satisfying ending and that it was worth the long wait. With that being said, I will be closing this book, Under the Moonlight, until I'm ready to write Jenny and Sebastian's story. ❤ But the good news for those who were with me from Book 1 up until now is that Jace and Amara (Jake&Clair and Aeon&Alexa's pups) will spearhead the ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE series, the next generation of the Black Shadow Pack. Their book title is SHE'S THE LUNA I WANT and will go live on Goodnovel / Buenovela on March 1st or 2nd.

The malevolent energy distorted the surrounding space, tearing apart even the glow of starlight. A swift, piercing sound was heard as a black light was slashed out from the Soul-Devouring Bone Whip. The black light stretched thousands of feet, and its thick beam carried with it the horrifying cries of innocent souls. The light covers a hundred feet in an instant, slicing through space like a hot knife through butter. Only a dark crack remained in its wake.

The intoxicating scent of butterscotch and smokey hazelnut assaults my senses. “Be still my dark princess. You are safe now. I am going to get you out of here. Take the girls to the human hospital and then burn this place to the fucking ground.” a rough velvety voice growled. I know I should be trying to get away, but something within me tells me that this is where I need to be. I press myself closer to him trying to gather all his warmth as darkness surrounds me.

The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore. When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.

Forbidden. Zane looks at me a moment longer, then steps back. “Red Moon leaves at dawn. We won’t be here long. But keep your ears open. Blackrock is rotting. And when it starts to fall, don’t stand beneath it.” He turns and goes. I stay by the well. The moon’s light trembles on the water’s surface, and for the first time I truly feel that something has begun. The air is different. There’s whispering behind the walls, as if the mountain itself were listening.

She was the only one powerful enough to help Zavian through whatever affliction had befallen him. The sleek black car came to a screeching halt in front of the huge black wrought-iron gates of the expansive Blackthorn estate. Luca wound down his window. "Open the damn gate!" he screamed at the guards on duty, noticing the men posted tonight were all humans. And just then, something dawned on him. He looked up at the luminous red-tinted moon hanging heavy and bloated in the night sky. “Fuck!” Luca cursed vehemently. Tonight was the blood moon - no wonder the guards were only human. Most supernatural beings lost control of themselves and went on frenzied hunts during these lunar phases, driven

Atlas The moon rose slowly over Blackwood’s northern towers, casting a muted silver glow through the frost-kissed windows of my room. Its pale light slithered across the thick patterned carpet, glinting off scattered reports on my desk, illuminating the cracked spine of an abandoned textbook near my boots. Shadows stretched along the walls like silent witnesses to my unrest.

The night sky above the Bloodmoon Pack's elite territory was like a black canvas covered in the ink of sadness. Lightning struck mercilessly, cutting through the darkness like the angel of death's sword, followed by rumbles of thunder that rattled the windows of the Blackwood family's skyscraper.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.