His Dark Obsession Moonlight Muse Novels & Stories

"Ugh, disgusting fools! You and your daughter have held me back long enough! Do you know how hard it is for me to find a muse? I—" "Muse, my foot!" Mom suddenly started lashing out. "Henry, you're just a loser who got lucky. You have zero creative talent, and you're weak, spineless, and irresponsible. I don't believe for even a second that someone like you could paint anything that matters in the slightest. Trash like you have no right to be talking about muses!" "...What?" Dad was dumbfounded. After all, for as long as he could remember, Mom had always admired him. She had never voiced her true thoughts like this before.

“Then, by the power given to me by the council and under the eye of the moon, I name Rosalee as Luna of the Dark Moon Pack.” The words hang in the air like magic. Marcus takes a respectful step back, and Jensen turns to face me. His hand tightens around mine, and I look into his eyes, those eyes I’ve come to know, to trust, to love. Jensen lifts his head towards the sky. “Now we let the moon hear us.” I follow his gaze upward to where the moon now glows, bright and full, suspended in the violet dusk. I tilt my head back beside him, and together, we release a howl into the night.

Two hundred wolves at a time, gathered in the Meridian's underground arena. The same space where I'd fought Remus. Not all of them had the sensitivity to channel lunar energy, but enough did to make it worthwhile. "Moonlight isn't just offense," I told them, silver light pooling between my hands. Steady. Controlled. Today was a good day. No fluctuations, no dizziness. "It's a shield. Dark magic feeds on shadow, on fear, on isolation. Moonlight burns it away." I demonstrated: a thin barrier of silver, translucent, barely visible.

Could it be that the light magic comes out in the aftermath of positive moments? By now the light is so bright that I have to squint, and it’s blazing through the canvas of the tent like a beacon. It isn’t until too late that it dawns on me to be worried, alarm bells going off in the back of my mind as I bask in the literal glow of my affection for Atlas. Wait, if the werebears are looking for the Blood Moon pack— That’s all I have time to think. As if on cue, the sounds of chaos erupt from outside the tent, coming, of course, from the direction of the pack encampment.

Whenever I was getting in the mood and intoxicated, music was the angel that would guide me to the highest of heavens and then oblivion afterward. ~Howl at the moon, let the mischief consume,~ ~Run with the wild, in the darkness we loom.~ ~Fangs in the shadows, eyes glowing bright,~ ~A symphony of chaos, a wild moonlit night.~ ~Prowling through the streets, a trickster in disguise,~ ~Leaving tales of mystery, under starry skies.~ ~Footprints in the dew, a trace of the unknown,~ ~A symphony of secrets, in the moonlight we’re thrown.~

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her whole body was full of red marks, his marks. This was not love but the imprint of his disgust. "I am defeated in all the ways. From now on, You don't have any right over me. I will not give you that right again, Dylan Lewis. FROM NOW ON I WILL ONLY LIVE AS THE LUNA OF BLOOD MOON PACK"

“How did you” The woman only gave a small smile. “The moon tells its secrets.” Before Lyra could ask more, a cold feeling spread through the air. The music stopped. The crowd became quiet. People moved aside. And there he was. Damien Nightbane. Tall and broad shouldered. Dressed in black with a silver crest on his chest that caught the light of the moon. His dark eyes searched the crowd like a hunter. His scent reached her before his gaze did. Pine, rain, and something that made her heart jump.

“I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.” Elliot Calloway growled again. He was in the same class as I was. Calm, reserved, and kind, but he always followed his cousin, Drake, along. One minute he would sit with me at lunch, and the next, he would join this group to laugh at me. “No, no, I agree with Nathan!” Selene said excitedly. “The Moon Goddess can tell us who we are mated with.” “Boo-hoo,” mocked Drake. “But, well, it is better than being here. Full Moon celebration is boring.”

Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest. I stood there, invisible. They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united. And I? I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow. Not a single glance. Not a word. So I left. I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years. "Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy." Lies. Empty promises. Now, I’d go alone. But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge