Full Moon By Black Ghosts Novels & Stories

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.

Sumaya told. "Thank you," Rathi's eyes welled with tears. Then Sumaya asked Rathi to get some sleep as tomorrow she needs to wake up at 3 am. Closing the door behind, Rathi sat on her bed. She stretched her hands and left out a yawn. Looking at the moon Rathi recognized that tomorrow is the full moon day because there's a slight dimish in the moon. Taking a few snuffles to calm this nervousness, Rathi laid on her back.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

“I can reach what you locked away.” I step before my mirror. My reflection smirks back, eyes glowing purple, skin humming with dark energy. ‘Now, mortal one,’ the mirror whispers inside my skull. ‘Return to the crypt. Take the mandrake roots. Brew the potion. Drink deep. Strengthen yourself. On the night of the Blood Moon festival, you will awaken the Dark Fives, witches of Ramleigh’s most ancient coven. Together, you will lay waste to Gerald and the wolves of Silvaton Ridge. The land they stole will burn.’

Maddox’s POV: Whenever I thought back to the night I first saw her, I questioned whether it was a coincidence…or some twisted trick of fate. None of it should have happened. Hell, none of it was supposed to happen. She was a human, for fuck’s sake. And yet…it did. And now I was trapped in that moment, with no idea how to crawl out of it. It was the night of the Full Moon—the night when rogue wolves lose all control and their hunger turns to madness, and the desire to kill overpowers every instinct.

The bond between us, between me and the land, tightened, then pulled, as if something unseen had hooked itself into the marrow of the world and was drawing it open. I stepped out onto the balcony, the night air sharp against my skin. The moon hung low above the treetops… but it was wrong. Its light was dimmed, smothered beneath a creeping veil of shadow that crawled across its face like ink spilled in water. Stars winked out one by one. The sky darkened, not into night, but into something deeper. Older. A Black Moon. The first one since I could remember. My breath caught painfully in my chest.

I heard him grab Lila's wrist, heard pine needles crunch under boots, then forest swallowed them. I didn't look back.Inside, I spread the contract parchment flat. Two hours to midnight. Blood moon would peak. Assignment would lock. No ritual, no blood, no wanting could undo it. I could go south. Marshlands. Territory that never knew my name.I didn't reach for the knife. Just sat. Stared at parchment a long time.Then started reading. Old texts. Southern geography. Marshland survival codes. Every rule, every danger, every thing needed to start over somewhere else.

The moment of truth was upon us. But just as we prepared to embark on the first trial, a thunderous roar echoed through the forest. The ground quivered beneath our feet, and the trees trembled in response. A tempestuous darkness surged forward, devouring the moonlight and plunging us into a realm of utter blackness. "What's happening?" I cried out, my voice filled with alarm. Malachi's grip tightened around my hand, his voice urgent. "Stay close to me! We must find shelter!"