Lover In The Moonlight Novels & Stories

Against the backdrop of the garden bathed in the soft glow of twilight, Larry and Sophia pledged to create beautiful memories and to celebrate the love that had carried them through the most challenging of times. As night descended and stars adorned the sky, Larry and Sophia found themselves in a dance beneath the moonlight. Their movements, a graceful rhythm, echoed the beating of their hearts filled with love. The night, like a cosmic canvas, bore witness to their celebration—an ode to the journey that had brought them to this moment.

But the images were still fresh in his mind, haunting him like a ghost. In his nightmare, Ethan had seen Selena, his girlfriend, in the clutches of Xander, his rival at the werewolf pack. Xander, a monstrous werewolf, had claimed Selena as his mate forcefully, with no regard for her protests and pleas. Selena had screamed for Ethan's help, but he was powerless to stop Xander, who had thrown him away like a rag doll.

I looked at my hands and realized it was her crystal. “Why did you give it to me?” I asked staring at her. “I will feel better if you hold on to it,” she said and kissed my cheek. Priestess Elara who had been in the room with us, preparing all the ingredients and making sure everything was in the right order, cleared her throat loudly and said “It's about time we start, the full moon is almost here,” I looked up at the ceiling, which had an opening so I could see the clear blue sky, the moon had not arrived yet but it would be at any moment. I exhaled deeply and prepared myself.

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.

Sylvia holds her breath, her eyes not wavering from Maya’s face. “I find myself walking beneath a high moon. My body alive and sensuous, desire sizzling through my veins my aching fingers long to touch another sensuous body. I stop a moment and look into the sky the moon golden.” “His eyes with no face gleaming in the moonlight. I have no picture of his likeness but I know he was my lover. Our bodies entwined, for in his eyes so close to mine, I could steal the stairs from the heaven above.” Stillness settles within her. The minutes tick by. The only sound in the room their breathing.

"Tell Lovemarie I'll--" "Don't worry about her. She's more interested on my date than you anyways." He grins evilly and a part of me thinks that Khaleel must have realized Love's real gender preference. I just smiled and rose from my chair. • • • • T H E A The night was beautiful. The silver moon was shining high above me and there were a few stars in sight.

Her tone was gentle, but the way she looked at me was arrogant. There was no way I would have invited her to come. Luther reached over to help load her luggage onto the train, but the conductor stopped him with an apologetic expression. "Sir, there's only one first-class seat remaining." The Moonlight Express offered full-service immersive scenic touring, and it was exactly the honeymoon experience I had always wanted. It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much.

he asks, stroking my cheek with a thumb. I make a face and shrug my shoulders. "Meh," I say, "I prefer action over words." I can hardly hide the smile that threatens to split my face in two when Aiden raises his eyebrows and lifts me off the floor and throws me over his shoulders. My squeal is interrupted by his words. "Well then my Luna," he says, walking towards the bed, "why don't I show you exactly how much I love you." Oh yes please.

The script was elegant, flowing, almost teasing in its loops. “Moonlight Queen, Three days, and I wonder if your wolf has forgiven you for resting so long. If you fancy a little distraction from endless recuperation, meet me where the moonlight kisses the eastern terrace. I promise laughter, stories, and no danger… unless you would want me to come to your distress damsel. —D”

MARCELLO It was at the darkest time of the night that she usually came out to swim in the river, and I would watch as her clothes would fall to the ground, exposing her skin like milk. The first time I saw her, I was high up in an oak tree, watching out for intruders as it was my turn that night. As soon as I sighted her, my first instinct was to attack, but the moon cast its silver glow on her face and I was stopped in my tracks. I had simply not seen anything like her before. Her grey eyes caught the moonlight beautifully and, at that moment, all I wanted to do was to watch her exist.