Full Moon By Black Ghosts Novels & Stories

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Her plan, while simple, it could easily fail and they will end up dead in a blink of an eye. Follow me and stay quiet.' She whispers to him, then sprints towards what used to be an old silo. Nathan follows her obediently under the rusted structure, both of them disappearing in the blackness. The moon, now a massive orange fireball, lights up the night, revealing the earth and all its mysteries. From all the nights, today has to be a Full Moon!' Tammy hisses at the sky, afraid the guards will catch them before her plan starts rolling.

NOT TONIGHT! Continue reading... Liam Lockey Jan 2015 werewolf you traced constellations on my skin and asked why i didn't let you in a celestial state of mind patientially waiting for a lightning strike just a robot with skin and bone and a daydream to call my own just another werewolf staring at the full moon push your lips close to mine so i can breathe a kiss summer nights in the city lights i think i'll be just fine these ghosts finally put to rest and another unholy mess

Braxton roared, slamming the attacker down, but before he could reach her, the air around Emry changed. The moon’s power pulsed through her, white light flooding from her body—pure, divine, searing. The rogue on her back screamed as it burned alive. But then—just as quickly—the light shifted, twisting darker, the shadows swallowing the flame until the clearing was half-dark, half-day. Braxton froze. The air trembled. Her fur shimmered—half gleaming silver, half black as ink. The last surviving rogue staggered backward, blood dripping from its muzzle.

It was a simple, elegant chain, but the pendant was unusual, a dark, almost black, crescent moon carved from a stone that seemed to absorb the light. Before I could get a better look, she tucked it back in. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t work too hard!” With a final, saccharine smile at Kaelia, she left. The moment the door closed, I turned to Kaelia. “Did you see that? The whole place feels… rushed. People are on edge.” Kaelia let out a long breath. “It’s the full moon. Tonight.” A primal shiver went down my spine. “The full moon? What does that mean here?”

Chapter 2: The First Full Moon The full moon hung heavy and blood-red in the night sky, casting an eerie crimson glow through the tall arched windows of the grand library in voss Manor. Monalisa sat curled up in a deep leather armchair, trying to focus on the old leather-bound book in her lap. The words blurred on the page. Her body was still deliciously sore from the night before her once-virgin pussy swollen and tender, faint bruises from Damien’s massive hands marking her wide hips and thick thighs like possessive fingerprints. Dried flakes of blood and cum still clung to the inside of her soft skin, a filthy secret that made her shift uncomfortably every few minutes.

I am standing my ground, and I am waiting for the beast to show his true face. Idris Blackthorne thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks his legacy is untouchable. He thinks I am a ghost he can capture in a jar. He has no idea what happens when a ghost decides to haunt the living. I turn off the lights, the room plunging into absolute darkness. I don't need the light to see. My senses are sharp, my mind is clear, and my heart is cold. The war for the Bloodmoon Pack has just begun, and I am going to make sure that when it ends, the Blackthorne name is nothing more than a curse that mothers use to scare their pups.

The moon completely disappeared. An unnatural darkness swallowed the heavens as a slow, creeping crimson shadow bled across the face of the radiant full moon. A Blood Moon had arrived, and every single werewolf within the borders of Blackthorn felt the sudden, crushing weight of it in their veins. Some warriors collapsed instantly to one knee on the frosted cobblestones. Others clutched their chests in sheer agony as ancient, dormant instincts violently awakened deep within their souls.

On the night of the full moon, Dennis embraced Mary from behind, and the two of them stood by the window, looking up at the sky. He gently kissed Mary's earlobe and then kissed her cheek affectionately. Mary looked up at the moon, her hands holding her stomach. She prayed that the medicine would help her keep Dennis and the family that she loved so much. She tilted her head and rubbed her hair against Dennis's cheek and whispered, "I love you." Dennis smiled and said, "I love you too."