In The Clear Moonlit Dusk Books Novels & Stories

The dust slowly settled. The hallway lights flickered twice with a sharp buzz before returning to that lifeless, sterile white. The shadow of the boy, who had seemed capable of tearing the world apart just seconds ago, turned transparent the moment he crossed the doorway. Like sand slipping through open fingers, he dissolved little by little… then gently sank back into Jane’s body. Ryan stood frozen. His pupils widened. The suffocating emptiness still lodged in his throat. But when he looked again, there was no one there.

THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Immediately Azura relayed the goddess’ message, everyone in the pack was alerted. They had to prepare everything like they did during the Aima Fengari. In a moonlit forest clearing, a circular altar was prepared with care. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the space with an ethereal glow. A smooth stone formed its foundation, symbolizing the earth's strength, and silver fabric cascaded around it like moonbeams. A silver censer emitted fragrant incense, inviting calmness. Glistening crystals represented celestial bodies, sparkling like a miniature galaxy. A small bowl of shimmering water mirrored the moon's radiance, symbolizing its connection to

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

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.

“That makes me qualified.” Astra sighed. “Fine. But stay behind us. Don’t touch anything.” “I’m not an idiot.” “We’ll see.” — The forest behind Duskmoor wasn’t the same at night. It breathed. Fog curled around the roots like smoke. Branches creaked overhead like old bones, and somewhere deeper in the dark, something growled. Seraphina stuck close to Lucan’s side. They reached the clearing. “What the hell…” Lucan’s voice trailed off.

"Under the fool moon!" In her mind, she could see an image of her holding a book under the full moon. There was Zoren standing beside her, looking up at the ball of light. Her eyes twitched as she realized that the moonlight followed her hands when she moved to open the book and turn the pages. "I need the full moon," she murmured. "I could see it!" "Miss?" "Madam, I think she's not sober." "Miss, hello?" Madam Nilla shook her, and suddenly she was back.

{Aurelius's Pov} The Full Moon was flat yet heavy in the sky, as it cast its silver glow over Moonskin territory. Torches lined the clearing, almost extinguished by the vibe of celebration. The Full Moon Dance had already commenced, and I was in the center of it all, where I belonged.

The night sounds surround us. Crickets. Wind. Branches shifting overhead. The closer we get to the clearing the stronger the pull becomes. My chest burns again. Dad notices immediately. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I say quickly. “It just… keeps pulling.” He nods slowly. “I feel it too.” We step past the last row of trees. And then we both stop. The clearing is glowing. Not a little. The entire place shines like someone poured liquid moonlight over the ground. The huge Moon Tree stands in the center with its white bark glowing softly and silver light pours down through the branches from the full moon above.

They may not trust you. I met the shadow's voice. "Then I'll earn their trust." We emerged from the forest into a clearing. The clearing was small, surrounded by ancient stones that seemed to pulse with a faint silver light. The grass was soft and green, dotted with wildflowers that swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was warm and sweet, carrying the scent of jasmine and moonlight. And at the center of the clearing stood a figure—a woman, her silver hair cascading around her shoulders, her moonstone eyes blazing with power.

The eastern clearing had never looked more alive. Lanterns swayed from tree branches, casting pools of golden light on the packed earth below. A breeze danced through the pines, lifting the scent of roasted meat and crushed herbs. Everywhere I turned, I saw the people I’d been trying to belong to gathered in clusters, eyes lifted to the sky, awaiting the rise of the full moon.