Charcoal Moon Novels & Stories

December 21st. The winter solstice. A makeshift distribution table was set up in the lobby of the pack headquarters. No flowers, no banners, no celebratory music. Just a white plastic table and a few cardboard boxes. I stood at my office window on the second floor, looking down at the scattered line of pack members. “Alpha, all the Moonflower Charms are here,” Elara reported, her voice tight with discomfort. “The artisan confirmed a cost of twenty-eight dollars each.”

Don't talk to me when tomorrow comes. Charlotte excused herself and went to her chamber, her chamber was facing the ocean south. The night sky was beautiful, and it was approaching midnight. A full moon was set against a black-to-navy gradient, with the night sky so clear that you could practically see every crater. The moon is a deep silver ballerina in monochrome meditations, turning pirouettes with flawless form. The moon loomed enormously, a blazing yellowy white encircled by an ethereal radiance. Millions of stars, some huge, but primarily small white pinpricks, were scattered behind it. A sparkle would catch her eye now and again. The waves leisurely lapped at the shore, a tangle of na

I asked him, forcing a smile. "Yes, that's right, dear, you will." "So, what is the plan for this month?" I asked them, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. "Well, it is nearly the end of the month, so therefore, the end of the year. We traditionally have a bonfire, as the moon for December is called the cold moon, along with the oak moon and the long night's moon. We typically try to burn at least some oak during the bonfire, but it's mostly staving off the long and cold night with the fire. This year, though, I would like to make it a bit of a pre New Year's party for the pack."

On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly. “Thank you, Mr. Spencer. This is the most special gift I’ve ever received.” Ryan didn’t say anything. But the way he looked at her was unmistakable. Soft. Indulgent. I had only ever seen that look on his sixteen-year-old face. After that year, I never saw him smile like that again. So stars fall after all. And moons get abandoned. Before I could steady my breath, the gala moved into the charity auction segment. The host announced loudly from the stage,

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo

It was when the trees, flowers and every plants started sprouting and flourish. I'm only familiar with four: winter, summer, spring and fall. But here, they had 6! Yes, six seasons which changes every two months! Unbelievable! They label it like these: third and fourth month was The Dark Moon's Charade. It sounded weird to me. It instantly initiated a question in my mind. Charade? Yamiko told me that it was this moment where the moon never appears and the entire sky was pitch-black. It was deemed to be the most the dangerous days in this world because creature of the dark seemed to be stronger than the way they were. I prefer to call it hunting season for those who were lurking behind the s

POV: Silver Colt The pack hall was ablaze with crimson lanterns, each one casting flickering shadows across the polished wood and stone floors. The scent of roasted venison and spiced mead mingled with the faint metallic tang of blood—an ancient reminder that this was not just a celebration, but a ritual bound in power. Tonight, under the Red Moon, every eye in Moonveil would be on the feast, every whisper carrying weight.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

The sight that befell Cilyna and Kaynon as they reached the side of the mountain had Cilyna staring in astonishment. An older woman with hip length silver hair sat cross legged in the center of a salt circle. There was no wind blowing through the trees, yet her hair was flowing all around her as if she had stuck her finger in a light socket though gently swaying to her soft siren chant. The setting sun was her spotlight and the small dust like particles floating in the air looked like glitter. The scene had a Disney magic feel to it.