Dark Moon Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She brought in light to my dark, dimmed life, she bought the glow to my sparkless eyes, she bought me what they called "Exhilaration" I was fulfilled. She was the light to my darkness! And then.......she was gone, taken away from me, killed right before my eyes while I did nothing but watched as that bastard cut off her head, wishing to trigger me....oh he did...he surely did....he unleashed the devil himself. Hahaha He knew that was a death wish. I created A Blood Moon, representing my bleeding heart, my tears, my agony. To... Let the goddess know she had forsaken me.

The sky had darkened to a threatening crimson hue as the blood moon ascended, creating a spooky light in the clearing. Amora's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the pulsing moonlight, increasing in intensity and transforming the night into a living entity. The atmosphere pulsed with power, mysterious and vibrant, like the cosmos anticipating an imminent event, on the brink of happening.

Paige pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and started dialing. I was never a frilly type of person, but I had to admit this was exciting. “Now....” Heidi patted the table once we were in the mini-salon. “Lay down, and let’s get to work.” Ember finished setting up her station beside me and started working on my nails while Heidi waxed my eyebrows and… unmentionables. I chuckled at the thought. If men only knew what women went through to be presentable for them. But this wasn’t for Adan. It was for the Moon Goddess. I had never seen her myself, but they say she appears before potential Lunas, and I wanted to look my best.

Now I see it. The entire Darkmoon pack is filled with old money people, it must be why they think wearing jeans and a t-shirt to dinner is an abomination. “I helped them get your things, we should have something that can fit you in my closet if yours doesn’t work out.” She starts walking toward the closet door, when she notices I’m not following, she turns and motions for me to follow her. “Come on, we have less than thirty minutes and your face looks like a three hour problem,” my eyes widened. “No offense of course, you’re pretty, but pretty is generic. You have to be enigmatic, charming and best of all, breathtaking.”

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

He hovers over the eastern district. Selavane, the Dark Moon, is barely visible—a shape of darkness so absolute it seems to absorb the morning light. She positions herself above the western quarter. And the others—Rhazkar burning like a sun, Nylora flowing like living water, Thrym crackling with storm energy, Myrien towering like an ancient tree—they surround the city in a perfect circle.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

He looked up and I could see his canines flashing, his eyes glowing red. Oh no. *********************************************** Dominic and Sky's asthetics are live on I-G (the_fem_ink). Have you checked them out?

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

That didn't mean that Dub was harmless or somehow a safer choice than the Dain, it merely meant his magic and darkness was that much more subtle and insidious. Dub had no body, no flesh, but he always hungered for it. On dark nights when the moon was waxing, Dub was at his most powerful. For the darkness needs light to be seen. He appeared as a thin, spindly, impossibly tall humanoid shadow figure. And now, he loomed over Inana's cottage, peering in the hazy glass windows, touching the sill with his spidery fingers.