Black Moonlight Novels & Stories

The moment of truth was upon us. But just as we prepared to embark on the first trial, a thunderous roar echoed through the forest. The ground quivered beneath our feet, and the trees trembled in response. A tempestuous darkness surged forward, devouring the moonlight and plunging us into a realm of utter blackness. "What's happening?" I cried out, my voice filled with alarm. Malachi's grip tightened around my hand, his voice urgent. "Stay close to me! We must find shelter!"

The silence that followed Kaelen’s declaration was not the peaceful quiet of a battle won. It was the heavy, pressurized hush of a room where the air was being sucked out through a pinhole. The courtyard of the Blackwood Keep, once a theater of violet starlight and golden heresy, had turned into a monochrome nightmare. The black shadow-wings unfurled from Kaelen’s small shoulders were not made of feathers or fire; they were made of a light-drinking substance that seemed to smudge the very reality of the Silver Peaks.

The air becomes heavy, charged with a pre-storm intensity. The moonstone on Aichonne's finger, which had been glowing with a soft, protective luminescence, suddenly turns. It flares. A jagged, corrupted black light erupts from the stone, a pitch-dark energy that tastes like ash, rot, and the deepest, most ancient betrayals. It isn't just a signal; it’s a parasite. It reaches out, tendrils of shadow lashing against the wind. The royal sky-mount beneath us screams, a sound of raw, unadulterated agony as its wings stiffen, paralyzed by the sudden, violent surge of dark, necromantic magic.

"Light always needs a source of energy, darkness does not need a source of energy. Therefore, darkness will always beat the light. One day when light disappears the darkness will prevail." --Smash Hits MELODY POV "What role will I play in taking down the bad boy trafficker?" Jordan asked before throwing another small pebble into the water. We watched in silence as the tiny stone fractured the surface of the water, creating big waves as it skated on the moonlit surface before settling with a tiny pop. The blackness under the sparkling surface swallowed it whole without mercy, stealing it from our sight and dragging it to the world of the unknown that lay beneath the pitch blackness. The waves

He felt like he could take on anything and anyone, and he was eager to put his newfound abilities to the test. The night was dark and impenetrable, the kind of darkness that seemed to swallow everything in its path. The moon was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds, casting an eerie and unsettling gloom over the landscape. The stars were nowhere to be seen, leaving Liam in complete and utter darkness. It was as though the world had been plunged into a black abyss, with nothing but the sound of the wind howling through the trees to keep him company.

His fangs were fully extended, their primal darkness forcing her jaws apart as his mouth crushed against hers in a violating kiss. Kiera recoiled inwardly as their very essences became supernaturally intertwined through the condemned ritual - her freedom, her autonomy, her life…..now all his. The triumphant roars of the Blackwood Pack shook the very cavern walls as the ceremony reached its inevitable, damnable culmination. When their lips finally parted, a single tear traced Kiera's bloodied cheek. Everything she feared, everything she fought against for so long had finally come to pass on this fateful night of the Blood Moon.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Moonlight spilled through the window, casting gentle pools of silver across the wooden floorboards of Aria’s home. The air was still and heavy with the silence of the night, with only the occasional whisper of wind rustling the trees outside. The pack slept peacefully beneath a sky strewn with stars, their breathing deep and steady. But inside, in the calm following their recent triumph, something was amiss—something was creeping, unseen, and heartbreakingly familiar.

But I knew it was only a moment, and we have to see what Remi and others has prepared, just exactly as Berra said. I drew back slightly to see his face. His eyes still burned like molten gold, but there was something haunted behind them. “You feel it too,” I whispered. His jaw tightened. “The Blood Moon.” We already arrived at Greko Pack. I followed his gaze upward. The sky was no longer black but soaked in a deep red glow that pulsed like a wound. Even from here, the light felt heavy, pressing on my chest, whispering of ruin. A chill spread through me. “The Greko Pack…”

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.