Full Moon By Black Ghosts Novels & Stories

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as.

She cried, heightening my confusion. Jonathan held her in place, trying to pacify her. “Argh!” Judith suddenly screamed. “Judith!” I exclaimed, horrified. What is happening to them? “Shit! It's the full moon!” Jonathan cursed. I could sense the fear in his voice. He rushed to Judith's side, holding her securely. The full moon? Now? Slowly, the moon emerged from its hiding place and illuminated everything beneath it. With every inch it moved, the frightening screams intensified. This time, Jonathan was groaning as well.

​"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

The city never truly slept, but on full moon nights, it felt different—like something old and wild moved underneath, a dark presence hiding nearby. Detective Evelyn Cross had learned to trust her instincts, and right now, they were screaming at her, a loud mix of warning bells rang in her mind.

The night before the full moon always carried a hum beneath the air. Like the forest itself was holding its breath. Elena Blackthorne sat on the old roof above her room, legs tucked beneath her, the wind teasing strands of her hair as the pines whispered below. The moon wasn’t full yet — just shy of complete — but its pull was already threading through her blood, a low thrum that made her fingers twitch and her skin itch. Nyx, her wolf, stirred restlessly inside her.

The air in the Ghostwood was thick with the scent of rain and decay, the dense trees closing in around us like ancient sentinels. A full moon hung low in the sky, casting a red light over the land, bathing the world in an eerie, blood-hued glow. The kind of moon you only saw in prophecies and nightmares. The kind of moon that made my heart race with a mix of dread and anticipation.

And Aleta would rather not have her past traumatized again, than help Dave. "Ma... sorry. I'm sorry!" Aleta said silently. The girl's fear had overpowered her humanity. Aleta would rather leave Dave than help him for now. But unfortunately, Aleta's untimely departure deprived her of an amazing piece of information that could give her goosebumps. The full moon was getting brighter. The wind was blowing, making the trees sway and the leaves fall. At the same time, nature was beginning to show signs of unnaturalness. The figure of the man currently lying on the ground began to reveal something surprising.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

She was the only one powerful enough to help Zavian through whatever affliction had befallen him. The sleek black car came to a screeching halt in front of the huge black wrought-iron gates of the expansive Blackthorn estate. Luca wound down his window. "Open the damn gate!" he screamed at the guards on duty, noticing the men posted tonight were all humans. And just then, something dawned on him. He looked up at the luminous red-tinted moon hanging heavy and bloated in the night sky. “Fuck!” Luca cursed vehemently. Tonight was the blood moon - no wonder the guards were only human. Most supernatural beings lost control of themselves and went on frenzied hunts during these lunar phases, driven

There is no celebration in our families more important than today. The bright light coming from the moon easily peeked through the window of the room. My white wedding dress, a cascade of silk and lace, danced and swayed with each step I took towards the window. I pressed my palm against the cool jamb, seeking a moment of solace from the storm of emotions swirling within me. The full moon, usually a beacon of cool silver, hung low in the sky, its usually gentle light replaced by an ominous, blood-red hue. I took a deep breath. It was a fitting omen. Perhaps, for a day that would forever alter the course of our families' histories.