Charcoal Moon Novels & Stories

The black hair on the walls began to retreat, sizzling as if hit by acid. "The light," Elodie gasped. She looked at the viewport. A sliver of pure, blinding white light was cutting through the amber shell. It wasn't sunlight. It was cold. Piercing. The White Moon had risen. "Victor, the Moon!" The charred ghost shrieked. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a forest fire being extinguished by a flood. It began to dissolve into gray flakes of ash, swirling toward the air vents.

The female’s moon was a deep silver, like steel and the sun was a fiery orange/yellow, both in contrast to her creamy skin. Carefully I picked at another piece of popcorn. My job here was done, it had been seen through. The humans were collapsed in a heap, and I would have assumed they were dead if I hadn’t been able to hear their voices, their conversation too low to make out the words. Satisfied I ruffled my feathers and settled down in my spot, under the couch, for a nap while they recovered. For pictures of the tattoos and other goodies head to my F******k group Charlotte’s Chaos Corner

"I love you, Typhon Bloodclaw." "And I love you, Jonas Bloodclaw." "And I don't much love Carlotta De Leon," Fire Moon grunts. "So if one of you is inclined to help me, I'd like to tie her up and be done with her." I break away from my husband with a sheepish expression on my face. "Sorry, Fire Moon." Jonas follows and watches as the Spanish witch is bound and gagged. "How do you mean to get her up the hill?" "Oh, bloody hell," Fire Moon mutters. "I certainly don't want to carry her."

The door shut behind him. Charollet slumped against the wall. Her chest heaved, and her fingers dug into the stone. The Rite of Moonbinding. She had read the term once in a decaying scroll stored deep in Darkfang’s southern archive, a place only scholars ever touched. It was not a ritual for power, but a binding that linked body to realm. It took the vessel and rewrote its soul. She was not a vessel. She was not a tether. She was not their salvation.

"Last chance Yileyna, think this over… We both know Andres is not the best king-" "I don’t care! Deceit, lies, and framing my parents? You are worse than him." I shot back resentfully. His eyes darkened as he looked at his wrist. "As you wish." He said, glancing out at the sky. "Do you know what tonight is, Yileyna?" "The Full Moon, Charlene just told me." I spat. I didn’t want to talk to him. It hurt far too much. "The last Full Moon of winter. Tonight will be a cold night, I guess we will have to keep the fires burning…"

Charlotte answered, her eyes gleaming. "A flying horse, you say? You're a right mad human, aren't you?" I scoffed playfully. "I'm serious, just look at that horse!" Charlotte exclaimed, her words becoming more nonsensical. Intrigued, we all turned our gaze upward and were startled by the sight of a vibrant red-hued full moon. "Flower moon?" I mumbled, trying to make sense of the unusual spectacle. "Huh?" Jamien queried, clearly perplexed by my remark.

' she thought. That night, Charlotte leaned by the window, seemingly deep in thought. She had shed her complicated daytime attire and wore only a thin nightgown. In the moonlight, her silhouette resembled that of a sorrowful fox—pure yet seductive, with eyes full of unease. She was gazing straight at the moon hanging from the treetop. A few faint stars peeked through the sky, using the last of their strength to twinkle. Surrounded by clouds, they fought to shine but ultimately disappeared into the haze. Only the moon remained while the stars around it vanished from view.

Chapter 141: Under Moonlit Reflections The night was clear, stars strewn across the sky like shards of silver glass, casting a serene glow over the SeaHowl castle. High up on the rooftop, Hana and Jarrel stood side by side, gazing at the vast expanse of their land, which stretched out far and wide beneath the rising moon. The air was crisp, cool, and carried the faint, earthy scent of the forest. It felt peaceful here, secluded, as though nothing in the world existed beyond this rooftop and the solace they found in each other’s company.

He said, "I see." Camilla entered with Omega Medici, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup. Her voice, like melted silver honey, rang out as the shadow fang wolf-head bracelet on her wrist clicked, "I've prepared this deer bone silver moon grass soup specially." Lycan Erasmus nodded slightly, "Put it down." He picked up the bowl and drained it in one gulp. The blood moon rose scent exploded on his tongue. Setting down the porcelain bowl, he asked, "What did Adelaide say?"

The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Slowly the night creped in covering the surroundings of Queen Anne Hill. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. She grabbed her torn clothes tightly around her body and made a run to save her life and dignity.