Full Moon By Black Ghosts Novels & Stories

A sudden, unnatural ice-cold chill swept across the clearing, turning everyone's breath into thick white plumes of mist. "What is happening?" Amora whispered, her White Dire Wolf senses screaming a frantic warning. Duncan snapped his head upward, his silver-grey eyes widening in shock. "Look at the moon." Amora and the rest of the pack looked up at the sky. The great, silver full moon, which had been shining brightly just moments ago, was being consumed by a rapid, unnatural eclipse. A thick, ink-black shadow crawled across the glowing sphere. But instead of turning dark, the light that bled out from behind the shadow was a deep, terrifying, violent crimson.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Or perhaps something else. Sleep didn’t come easily. When it did, it was filled with visions: the claw marks gouged into trees, bones snapping like brittle twigs, eyes gleaming in moonlight. She woke before dawn, her skin clammy, the sheets tangled. Through the thin curtains, she saw the moon, low and swollen, sinking toward the horizon. Even waning, it looked too bright, too near. Three nights, she thought. Three nights until full. She pressed her palms to her eyes, willing her mind back to the safety of science, of logic. But the words of Agnes Holloway whispered in the dark: The Hollow Beast comes when the moon is fat and white.

The forest whispered like it knew a secret. Mist slid low over the roots of the black pines, and the moon fat and red as a wound hung unnaturally close to the earth. Lyra Graythorn stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath clouding in the cold, her heartbeat the loudest thing in her ears. She had seen many full moons before, but never one like this. Her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind: The Blood Moon doesn’t just light the sky, child. It marks. It claims.

Everything exploded. When the smoke cleared, Clint was gone. John and Callen stood in the rubble. Sarah lay motionless eyes closed, crown fragments floating above her as tendrils of gold‑red light wrapped around her body. The Forgotten stood silent at the edge of the clearing witnesses. They raised their voices in unison: “The first true heir rises.” John’s world fractured. The sky burned red. Above Black Hollow, the blood moon loomed heavier than ever before. Its light wasn’t soft anymore; it cut through the trees like a blade, painting the woods in a violent crimson hue, the town had fallen silent, even the wind dared not move.

Just as Jane had said, the full moon was going to come quicker, and probably stay for a longer time; long enough for the evil Tenebris to do as he wishes. I stayed in the same sport, whispering the same four words to myself, over and over again. “Scarlett, please stay alive…” I kept saying, over and over and over again, until the skies went completely dark. The light everywhere went out, and everything was pitch black. There was no source of light in the world again, and I just knew that there was trouble.

Just this. Under the full moon, finally whole.

Under the full moon, I let him go and freed myself too. From this moment, our paths would part completely, and we would owe each other nothing.