Black Moonlight Novels & Stories

Then, at midnight, the sky tore itself open. From the heart of the Moonstone Spire, a spear of white and obsidian light leapt into the heavens. It burned silently, more beautiful and more terrifying than any fire the old gods had ever conjured. Lightning laced the clouds, not in violence, but in time with a heartbeat that seemed to belong to all of Eldoria. In the palace, Kael fell to his knees. On the hill, Sirelia pressed a hand to her mouth, breathless. The black moon, witness to every sorrow, bled silver.

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.

​"A woman in red... she’s standing over a bowl of bone. She’s calling the Great Devourer. She says if she can’t have the crown, the Silver Moon will never see the sun again." ​I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. Isabella. ​"The Black Moon," Liam whispered, his face turning pale. "It’s an old legend. A ritual of total eclipse that can only be triggered by the blood of a royal female and the High Priest’s grimoire. It’s supposed to strip every wolf in the territory of their shift, leaving us human and defenseless." ​"She’s going to nullify the pack," I said, the medical part of my brain racing. "If we can’t shift, the neighboring packs she’s allied with can walk right in

Moana’s POV The blinding arc of Silver-Moon light burned through the black fog, turning three dozen pale monstrosities into harmless drifts of melting snow. But the respite was short-lived. Farther up the glacier, the darkness churned with renewed malice, spitting out another wave of long-limbed nightmares that scrambled over their fallen kin with terrifying, single-minded speed.

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.