Lick Me In The Moonlight Novels & Stories

Two halves of one magic finding their balance beneath the moon that made us. When the light finally dimmed, we were back in the room. Gal was in my arms, her head resting against my chest, her breathing slow and steady. I felt tears on my skin; hers, or maybe mine. I didn’t know. I pressed my lips to her hair, whispering against it. “You’re my moonlight.” She gave a small, trembling laugh. “And you’re my home.” We stayed like that for a long time, the moonlight drifting lazily across the floor. Outside, the distant howls of the pack carried through the night, not mournful, but exultant, like they were singing for us.

I miss messing with Bryle even though he couldn’t see me before. And in the other world, I also saw Alesia in our secret place. She was also looking up at the moon peacefully. At the same time, Claire and Mirai were also looking up at the moon. I know they remember me when they look at the moon. Because when they met me, I was always looking at the moon every night. I smiled warmly, and I made the moon glow more brightly, as if giving them a signal. I motion my hand and then the stars also glow more. To add more effect, I made a few shooting stars. That brought a wide smile to their lips, and they made a wish together.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

this little gives me hard time always she is a little pearl in my rock heart, I scooped her in my arms and laid beside her, I covered her with duvet, we both are completely naked under the moonlight but I don't mind, I loved this kind of love making under moonlight, slowly I drifted into sleep while holding my whole world in my arms

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.

Besides, I enjoy her touch. Therefore, a wolf's got to do what a wolf's got to do. I knew a thing or two about chasing a she-wolf. I will make Mikayla want me, and open up to me willingly. I can't smirk, so I bare my teeth, with my leg over my mouth to hide my guffaw. Heron will sleep for a while. From her bed in the sky's deep blue, the amiable shimmering moon shone. It was showtime.

“You think I don’t know what’s in your head? Your eyes, your moves—everything. I’m telling you: stop clinging to Nina.” Cole lifted his head and looked straight at him. His voice was almost flat. “It was Nina clinging to me before, not me clinging to her.” Liam’s fingers stalled for a beat. He looked away, took a burning swallow of liquor that made his brows knot. The two of them sat in a silence so tight even their breathing sounded loud. No one knew how long had passed when a boom cracked across the sky. Fireworks. Just before dawn on the Moonlight Ceremony—when the Moon Goddess’s blessing marks a new year.

"Your love is enough, Brock." His nose skimmed my cheek, inhaling deeply; a slight, contented growl hummed from his throat, vibratory and laden with emotion. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," Brock whispered hoarsely, as the moon outside cast silver beams across us, anointing our union. We danced in the moonlight pouring through the window, our movements a silent melody only we could hear. As Brock delved into the depths of my being, he explored every inch of my body and the essence of my soul.

"They don't take new wolves. We haven't been trained properly. It could unsafe for us. They're a small pack, only consisting of 5 or something, but what they lack in numbers they make up in strength." "Why are they stirring up trouble?" I ask flopping on the bed next to Mikki. Pale moon light pushed through the window, leaving a stretched rectangle over the floor and halfway across the bed. She shrugs and looks out the window. "Wanting more land or something." We sat there for a long while before Mikki stands swiftly. "You hungry?" "Kinda." I say dragging myself off the bed. Half the house was lit. With the pack leaving suddenly the hallway light was on, the lounge room, the kitchen, several

She simply let the sounds of their home wash over her, listening to the pulse of the world they had fought so hard to save. It was a beautiful, chaotic symphony. To the east, near the dining pavilions, a lively group of Riverlands wolves were teaching Moonrise youths a fast-paced folk dance. The rhythmic stomping of boots and the bright, breathless laughter echoed up to the rooftop, cutting clearly through the frigid night air.