Charcoal Moon Novels & Stories

“Look at this! A candle that smells like thunderstorms. I don’t even know what that means, but I want it.” Celeste chuckled, real and light. They reached the tables with handmade charms and jewelry—sun catchers and pressed flower pendants, wire-wrapped crystals and rings shaped like leaves and vines. It was delicate work, humble and full of care. Celeste drifted toward the edge of the display, her gaze catching on something small and silver. It was a charm. A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars.

Its dark red contents sparkled with unnatural luminescence. I accepted the glass, remembering our late-night scheming. “Speaking of outdoing ourselves, remember when you nearly got caught by that witch patrol while sneaking in fabric samples?” Kane snorted, his usual serious expression cracking. “Worth it. Though next time we plan secret ceremonies, maybe we skip the full moon timing. Do you know how hard it is to be stealthy when everyone's senses are heightened?” “At least the witches bought your excuse about collecting moon flowers.” I smirked at the memory of Kane stammering through an explanation while holding yards of enchanted silk behind his back.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

The silver moon hangs perfectly and brightly over the sacred forest and gives it a wonderful glow through the old oak outside. Aria clings to the rough bark of a large tree at the end of the ritual, her ribs piercing her heart like a longing for freedom. The Moon ritual - the holiest night in her group’s calendar - takes place before her and is full of mysterious glory.

I’m hoping that’ll change once everything comes to light, but for right now, my focus is on keeping my wife and pack safe. “Lucky for you, I already have the cure,” Charolette surprised me by saying. “I make this every full moon and I carry it with me everywhere. I knew it would come in handy one day.” She reached into her large bag and pulled out a clear jar with crystals wrapped around the edges. Inside the jar looked to be water, but it glistened as she held it up for us to see. “Is that Moon Water?” Erik asked, stepping towards it in wonder.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

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.