Dark Moon Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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

That night, as Jason shut his eyes, he saw flashes of himself, filled with rage, standing over a man he had shot dead. Other images of five men flashed in, lying lifeless in different positions, at different locations. He felt relieved, breathing the metallic scent of their blood before walking out of there. He was dressed as Black Moon and the wind played with his black jacket which was as dark as a heart void of forgiveness. He opened his eyes, watching the ceiling. "I'm almost there, Rose." He smiled and averted his gaze at Stacy before laying a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Damien Voss – his stepbrother– filled the doorway like he owned the entire world. At twenty-eight, Damien was everything Elias wasn’t. Tall, broad-shouldered, powerfully built with muscle that came from years of violence and dominance. Sharp jaw, dark piercing eyes, and an aura of raw authority that made the air feel thicker. He wore a black button-down that stretched across his chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. Four years away had only made him more intimidating. “Little brother,” Damien said, voice low and rough, almost like he was mocking Elias. His eyes dragged slowly over Elias’s body, lingering on the way his oversized hoodie hid his frame, the way his sweatpants clun

Domino’s POV - The Chase I was finally out, and I started running after her. Not that dark, but the way the cloak of darkness clings to her fur while the moonless night shines on her is breathtaking. Her coat was a canvas of ebony, the darkest black and the silver streaks like stardust in a celestial grace.

I won't stand by and watch as innocent lives are lost. Selene's expression turned dark, and she lunged at Emma with blinding speed, her claws extended.

I can’t see anything other than them, the light only allowing me see what he wants me to. The dragons fade away into embers that fall down around us, giving me a perfect view of Atlas sitting opposite me. The way he looks at me through the darkness takes my breath away. So does he. The alpha heir is so at home in this place he’s created. I watch him as carefully as he watches me. “The shadows suit you, Nyx.” “Teach me, Atlas,” I breathe out. His eyes flicker with something before he speaks. “Reach for the darkness within you to create something. Anything. Will it.”

Aathiyan asked. “Yes, we have come to the end,” Nakan smiled and looked at the skied. His lips were chanting spells that are barely audible. Once he completed it, the skies turned to pitch dark. Lighting pierced through the clouds and the thunder rumbled in the tranquil sky. This all happened here out of nowhere and Aathiyan was stunned to see this. He wondered how he’s going to fight with this Devil with godly powers. “What’s happened here?” Kumaran asked. “This is how my home welcomes you,” Nakan said.

Derren thought to himself as the large wound closed up. “What’s wrong? Did you see a gold coin on the ground?” Greta mocked as she walked toward Derren. “The Darkmoon goddess only has one goal, and that is to exterminate the world and all who live on it. I don't know why you guys insist on fighting back; she's the Darkmoon goddess,” Greta said.

------- Meanwhile----- Within the ebon depths of the moonlit forest, cloaked by the enigmatic tapestry of night, the sinister figure skulked with a malignant purpose. His dark eyes, gleaming with a malevolent light, flickered with memories that stoked the embers of obsession burning deep within his tormented soul. The image of Amelia, resplendent in her deep burgundy gown, haunted his thoughts like a beautiful specter that refused to be exorcised.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE