Moon Over Ruined Castle Novels & Stories

The Moon Casting Low. The moon hung low and heavy in the night sky, casting silver shadows across the desolate landscape of the Hollowed Vale. Every rustle of the wind through the twisted trees felt like a whispered warning, yet neither Saraphina nor John could afford to heed it tonight. They stood at the edge of the ancient ruins, the place where everything had begun and where fate seemed intent on concluding this brutal game. Saraphina’s heart pounded, both from exhaustion and the electric tension crackling between them.

MICHELLE The large moon loomed ahead, swollen and filled with powerful energy in the dark sky, hanging like an eye of judgment above the abandoned coven of the witches. Its pale light streamed through shattered windows into the cold chamber, casting eerie silver pools across the cracked stone floor. The moon was the only light that dared shine in the heart of the haunted woods.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

I am happy that my joy is near. The day quickly rescinds into the night. I begin to wait for the moon to show its face after I have set everything. Stella is placed on an open ground where the full moon glow would shine on her. After some time, the moon shows up. My heart raced heavily as I am bent on seeing the love of my life again. If my beloved is bathed by her lover, due to my desire, it is sure she will rise again. Earlier that day, I had already released Akira. She is well behaved now.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

Expectant. Then one figure stepped forward – taller than the others, masked, hooded. The crowd parted around them like water around stone. The figure raised a hand. Every follower became still. A distorted voice carried through the cemetery. "Tonight… the pack falls." My heart slammed against my ribs. W. Finally. So close. And yet still hidden. --- The moon rose. Silver light exploded across the cemetery. The instant it cleared the treeline, the gold around my wrist blazed. Heat surged through my arm. Power followed.

Logan bought me food on the way, so I didn't need to eat more. ... At nine o'clock the following day, I was in front of Moon Castle. I have long heard this castle's reputation for a long time; its grandeur and magnificence cannot be fully expressed in pictures; when I witnessed it with my own eyes, I was deeply overwhelmed. Moon Castle appeared in the early years when Dark Moon was founded and has existed for decades. Time does not make it fade but adds to it a mysterious and ancient look. It is considered a great work, a typical symbol of the Dark Moon. So it was preserved by the Alpha generations of Dark Moon until now.

The window howled viciously with the breezy December air when Amor slid the glass to show himself at the campus guard. The guard greeted Amor and let him enter the metallic door of the University campus. The thunder barraged through the sky, revealing the dark, haunted mountain- secrets. Amor kept his senses vigilant to grab a single clue to hunt his enemy down. These mountains are his home, his territory, and he would allow no outsider to come and display his claim. It was late evening, and most of the students were already in their rooms except a few who strolled in this chilly weather.

I feel more than a touch of pride flying by his side, knowing that he is mine and always will be. Together we are flying under a cloudless sky, next to a large, blood-red moon. My scales of gold, and his of green, glow the color of rust under the strange moonlight. "Our world is burning, Carnelia." He warns me. "Don't breathe too deeply." I look down and see that indeed the earth beneath us was engulfed in flames. The spires of a grand castle crumble to fiery ash, taking with it the city under its shadow. It is strangely familiar, that castle. A prison of glass and stone crafted in power to crush the weak and underprivileged.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.