Full Moon By Black Ghosts Novels & Stories

“You’ll see me in two weeks.” But it won’t really be her. It will be a shell of her. A ghost. The essence of her will be gone. That is how Griffin explained it. Over time, she will become one with the cold and the rage and the terror. She will only know happiness on the night of the full moon. “Don’t put me in the dark, okay? Don’t put me in one of those things. Just carry me into the catacombs and leave me there.”

"What are you talking about, Moon's Call?" "Something larger than we can ever imagine... something dark and monstrous has been hunting the aquatic clan, and their incessant screams wouldn't let me have some quiet." "And how do you know this?" Herrick questioned. "I live closer to the sea, remember?" Lycidas replied him sarcastically. "That was what the nymph has been trying to tell us all along..." Aguilon muttered as it finally dawned on every one of them.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

“Since we set everything, you all know what you’re supposed to do. Meet me at the pack border tonight.” “But it’s a blood moon tonight. We celebrate the blood moon, remember?” Carter said, letting his hands fall on his mate’s shoulder. “We get stronger at that time and we can celebrate after our victory.” He grinned at me. “I like the sound of that.” <<<>>> The blood moon shone down, illuminating me and everyone with me. We were all dressed in black so that spotting us wouldn’t be that easy. The minor problem we had were the really bright hair colors we had around. Azura and Hannah, for example.

What the hell has she just read? Mr. Trainor drew a deep breath, realizing how terrified his wife was. "Talk to me, honey." "Tomorrow is the full moon." Mrs. Sparks straightened slowly. Mr. Trainor darted a glance at their door that was open, then rushed to shut it. "Be careful, Josie is wondering about the house. Yes, tomorrow is another full moon, are you just knowing?" "No." Mrs. Trainor shook her head. "Tomorrow is a special full moon, the blue full moon, all werewolves living among humans must turn at least one human into a werewolf."

“No. We ain't going into the woods tonight. Can't you see it's a fucking blood moon tonight?” I know. I fucking know. The moon's going to be out soon. I need to save him. We can be early, right before it's completely out. That way, we'll be able to escape the Lycans. “Please.” I whispered, my hands clung to her, my eyes glinting with emotions, my soul praying to her, she's the last breath of hope for me tonight. “Oh fuck!” She growled. “You won't leave my sight.” She warned.

"Yes, you know, full moon, monster of the night. Howls a lot." "What are you gonna do with me?"

And I should have said yes, because my neck was burning where his teeth had been, because I’d watched them become something terrifying and been thrown against a wall and choked until I couldn’t breathe, but the way he was looking at me, the way they were all looking at me, made the word that came out be the wrong one. “No,” I said, and even as I said it I knew it was a lie, but I couldn’t stand the look on their faces, couldn’t stand being the reason they felt worse than they already did. “What is happening?” I asked instead, my voice rougher than I expected, “what’s wrong with you?” “The full moon,” Malachi said, his voice tight, “it’s the full moon and we’ve been—” but he didn’t finish, be

​"A woman in red... she’s standing over a bowl of bone. She’s calling the Great Devourer. She says if she can’t have the crown, the Silver Moon will never see the sun again." ​I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. Isabella. ​"The Black Moon," Liam whispered, his face turning pale. "It’s an old legend. A ritual of total eclipse that can only be triggered by the blood of a royal female and the High Priest’s grimoire. It’s supposed to strip every wolf in the territory of their shift, leaving us human and defenseless." ​"She’s going to nullify the pack," I said, the medical part of my brain racing. "If we can’t shift, the neighboring packs she’s allied with can walk right in

Dad, Liam, Heather… Everyone… Everyone… My gaze moves to the sky, and moon of the darkest bloodiest red watches me. I swear I can see blood falling from the moon at rocket speed hitting the ground. The end. This is the end.