Full Moon By Black Ghosts Novels & Stories

“I just… I don’t want to repeat that day ever again. Not with Nathan’s pack teasing me, not with a hunter shooting me with a silver arrow.” “Understood.” There was a change of tone in Elliott’s voice. “I’m sorry, Thea.” I knew Elliott had been saying that for a million times before and I knew that it wasn’t his fault, but if he kept trying to bring the thing that traumatized me, I would forever be reminded of the pack’s behavior towards me. “Come to Ashborne.” My hoarse voiced broke the silence. “On the Full Moon tomorrow night. If there’s no gathering, I guess we can bring some offerings for the Moon Goddess.”

In spite of that, it just listens to what we were talking about. “There is no problem at all, it’s just that your Brother Harris here is the only one who really can’t ease himself. I just mentioned out the blue to him the night of darkness, and the result is this, he couldn’t be bothered to question me again and again. When in fact, the only thing the night of darkness is all about is a night that engulfs the Del Mundo of darkness. There is no moon showing, so every time the full moon shows, that is the perfect night we have to open the tunnel for those who prefer to hide themselves so that the black vampires can’t find them anymore.” Finally, my other questions about the night of darkness w

All the moon knelt to worship. I looked down, and my fur was neon, a turquoise shade of neon. It was an unnatural colour for a wolf, but that was my colour. "We are brown, actually. This is because tonight is a full moon. Even if you can't see it," Ashria told me and giggled. "Follow me," Ashria ordered them through the mind link, and they fell in line, ready to follow their Alpha. They all shifted. I felt my mother's light go out, and I howled. For the first time, I howled. Lending me strength, Ashria pushed past everyone and led them through the forest, to the moon territory.

When the full moon, recites the spell under the full moon. "WHEN DAY AND NIGHT MEET, THE BLACK MIST OCCURS". Since that day, she waited until the full moon because she wanted to know what would happen if she read the verse. Before the full moon came, Tazaana dreamed of a man, red-haired and bluish eye color. But the man's face was not noticeable, only his hair and eyes were visible. The man said: "YOU WILL COME TO ME". But the dream did not bother her. She started her day as usual until the full moon arrived.

Ontario, 1986 The last full moon to be officially recorded was held by Andrew Petersen who was a good friend of James Blackwheel. The records were not as solid as Blackwheel wanted but they were good enough to vindicate him from any crimes laid upon him by the brotherhood. He knew he had committed crimes. He knew he was still committing crimes, and he knew it was going to be difficult for him to stop committing crimes but he couldn't stop because it was in his blood to see terror reign through the eyes of the people he conquered. It was in his eyes to use any human he felt could be manipulated. Sadly, it worked for most people.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

Isabella lay awake long after the house had fallen silent. The only sound was the soft rhythm of rain tapping against the window, a steady beat that matched the relentless pulse in her chest. Darkness wrapped around her like a suffocating cloak, heavier than any noise she could hear. Her mind refused to rest. Every thought seemed to collide with another — a storm of fear, doubt, and something stubbornly fierce that refused to be silenced. She was trapped. Trapped between worlds she didn’t belong to — the cold, dangerous realm of the Moretti family, and the fading shadows of the life she once knew. Neither felt like home anymore.

“Lyla!” Dani grabbed his arm. “She’s burning up ” “No.” Eli’s voice was desperate. “She’s fighting something inside. Don’t touch her.” Jonas stared, his expression unreadable. “It’s not just inside. Look at the moon.” The Blood Moon pulsed brighter, bleeding across the sky, and a ripple of shadow tore through the clearing, bending the trees as if they were bowing. “Shit,” Dani whispered. “What the hell did she just unleash?”

The night sky grew dark, and silver rays of moonlight shone from above. Deep within the ancient Sacred Forest, a circular altar made of obsidian silently soaked in the moonlight. A one-eyed elderly Priest scattered silver powder across the ground to purify the space and banish all evil. Winona's post had a caption. [Dear Celine, I wish you happiness! I can't wait for the Alpha to arrive!] The group chat instantly flooded with messages. [Holy cow! It's actually all set up!]

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.