Dark Moon Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The natural, dark, all-consuming obsession. And I knew there would be no escaping what came next.

Inside the crystal sphere a violent perpetual storm of crimson plasma and shadowy clouds of liquid void churned, obscuring whatever ancient terror slept in its depths. Dominic walked to the very edge of the stone precipice overlooking the chasm, his heavy combat boots crunching against the metallic dust. His bare shoulders were taut with corded muscle, his dark meteor-steel runic tattoos pulsing with liquid-black solar plasma that crackled like anti-magic lightning across his skin. His grey eyes had completely dissolved into twin pools of molten gold, burning with an unbridled, apex predator’s dominance that refused to bow to the ancient cosmic atmosphere.

He had always been beautiful. He had always understood his beauty as a quality of his design, the specific aesthetic achievement of Nyx's intention applied to the making of the Morningstar, a beauty that was part of his function as much as his wings or his voice. He had never understood it as his. The Abyss was showing him something different. His beauty in this space was not reflected light. Not the celestial radiance of a being embodying divine intention. It was generated, emerging from the inside out, from the specific combination of everything he had become across the week and everything the Abyss's responsive darkness was recognizing in him and answering.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

I smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Why would I need to? I have you to defend me, don’t I?” Jasmine froze for a moment, staring at me blankly. After a while, just as I began to think I had ruined everything with my reckless confession, a feather-light kiss brushed my cheek. Jasmine turned away and spoke in a soft voice, “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you from now on.” The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, etching her into my memory as the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

Blackmoon once shrouded in the shadows of manipulation, now stood as a beacon of celestial purity. As the pink sun dipped below the horizon, casting a cascade of pastel hues across the Blackmoon landscape, Luna's celestial aura seemed to blend seamlessly with the cosmic tapestry of Blackmoon. The source of manipulation had been dismissed, and the Blackmoon enclave revelled in the newfound clarity that adorned its Blackmoon streets.

Liam stared at me, his eyes gleaming with greed and a lust for conquest. He didn’t just want the Alliance. He wanted to dismantle Damon, piece by piece, and take everything that was his. Starting with his mate. “Of course, it’s not too late.” Liam gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “But, I want to know, what can you bring me?” “I know the code to the Dark Moon Pack’s vault,” I threw out the bait. “And… Damon’s been very weak lately. He’s taking some kind of red potion to suppress his rage. If you cut off his supply, he’ll go completely feral at the festival.”

Music recommended: Street- Doja Cat. * When Dominic arrived back at the castle it was already nighttime. He rushed into his room, draped in a black cloak which was different to his usual attire. Entering his room, his eyes turned bright golden when the moonlight glared back at him. "Tsk," Dominic clicked his tongue, holding his other arm as he saw pitch black fur had appeared before his skin. He rushed toward the window, closing off the casement that allowed the moon to shed its appearance toward him.

In the Silvermoon Kingdom, midnight unveils a realm of mystical beauty and wonder. The sky is painted with hues of indigo and silver, as if the moon's gentle light has infused the darkness with a soft, ethereal glow. The stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming night flowers. A soft, silvery mist rises from the ground, casting an enchanting spell over the land. In this mystical hour, the veil between worlds grows whisper-thin, and the secrets of the unknown are at their loudest. Midnight in the Silvermoon Kingdom is a time of awe, mystery, and ancient lore, whispering secrets to those who dare to listen.

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.