In The Clear Moonlit Dusk Books Novels & Stories

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo

She snuggled into Dante's arms, finding a comfortable spot, and they watched the sunset together. Before long, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Everything in this world had cracks—that was how the light got in. Years later, Camellia would reflect on this thought and realize that Dante was her ray of light. Though he was not the brightest and most blinding light, he stayed with her through every long night, warming her through the coldest winters.

Lots of other rustling sounds could be heard from other parts of the forest, after all, the other night animals were also going out in search of food. I took a deep breath, drawing the crisp night air into my lungs. The night magic of nature around was not much weaker than during the day, therefore I also absorbed it with every cell in my body. I felt lighter immediately, as if all the problems that had been tormenting me a few minutes ago suddenly disappeared. I was not afraid of the dark or anything that could be lurking in it, after all, I was a sorceress, able to defend myself in case of need. Besides, I could not feel any dark energy anywhere, so I was able to freely enjoy the fresh air

Leonore would like to argue with a quote she read once from Nicholas Sparks' book, The Notebook, which says that dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. She loved that book very much, but she would like to get back with that quote. Because she believed that dusk, is not either but it is neither above or below the horizon. It lies more likely in between, not as a result of either of the primary entities there were as light or dark, but dusk as Leonore believed, bore herself in between. She doesn't need to submit herself to either lightness or darkness. Dusk is the blank canvas of the sky. That's what makes it so beautiful and splendid. Because there i

The room was drowned in silence. The dais figure then spoke, a rich, throaty sound that washed over the room like a comforting duvet. “My friends. My family. The full moon is coming.” “The moon is coming…” the crowd groaned in unison. “Tonight we gather in preparation for this divine blessing, this power of nature that sets us apart from the world.” “We are apart from others. We are special.” The crowd muttered together. “But tonight we are not alone. There is one amongst us who should not be here.”

That had never happened before. A sudden growl echoed from the trees ahead. I stopped walking immediately. Another rogue lunged toward me from the darkness but I caught his throat before he could touch me and slammed him violently against a tree. The impact cracked loudly through the woods. “You picked the wrong night,” I muttered coldly before twisting his neck. His body dropped lifelessly. Another rogue appeared behind me instantly but I moved faster this time. I drove my fist into his jaw, grabbed his arm and threw him directly toward the rocks nearby. He barely stood before I reached him again and buried my claws deep into his chest.

Let me in. --- As the shadows drew closer, they twisted into hideous shapes. The darkness became almost oppressive as the temperature dropped. But I wasn't going to give up. "Look at me, Darius," I insisted. For the first time, I saw vulnerability in addition to agony as his silver eyes met mine. He nodded slowly. The forest changed the instant he did. The shapes of the shadows vanished into the mist. The heavy weight subsided as the fissure closed itself. We found ourselves standing in a moonlit clearing.

For this. 🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 EMMELINE ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ We didn’t rush back to the estate. There was no need. The world outside this clearing felt distant, a hazy memory. We lay on the blanket, wrapped in a comfortable silence, until the moon was high above us, a silver disc hanging in the deep indigo sky. The stars, countless and bright, began to prick through the fading light. My eyelids grew heavy, a peaceful drowsiness settling over me, and I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me closer, his steady breathing a lullaby against my ear.

Her hand smoothed over the folds of her vibrant red dress, steering the conversation away from the sensitive topic. “Absolutely,” I exclaimed, squeezing my son’s hand gently as we followed her through the clearing, heading towards the heart of the Moonlit Gathering. Torches cast flickering shadows on the ground, creating a mystical ambiance under the canopy of ancient trees. As we approached the central clearing, where a large bonfire blazed and wolves of all ages mingled, I caught sight of him. Alpha Darius, I thought I would feel nothing to see him again. Still looks so gorgeous.

Zac had gifted me with this book of enchantments, stating that everything I would ever want to know would be written within these pages - and I believed him. The book was old and thick, so big that I struggled to lift it at first. The pages were slightly faded, yet the writing was still visible. The book covers were made of old leather, rough around the edges but with golden engravings on it. I had felt its power the moment I had placed my hand on it, pulsing through my body, making me tremble. "Have you learned anything new?" Aiden’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up to meet his amused eyes.