Moonless Nights Novels & Stories

He turns on his heel and disappears into the trees, Cassandra following him with a last disparaging look over her shoulder. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. “Are you all right?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I know it’s a ridiculous question, but I’ve been holding back from asking it all evening, and by now I can’t resist any longer. Atlas heaves a sigh, leaning back and craning his neck to look up at the night sky. Overhead, the moon is full, lighting the whole world up with an eerie glow. We’ve made camp in a clearing about half a mile away from the rest of the Blood Moon Pack; it’s as close as we can comfortably get without bringing on more of their wrath. I wasn’t exactly exp

Under the radiant glow of the full moon, Silver Moon Pack members gathered in the heart of their territory, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Moon Goddess. Alpha Jake, Luna Mara, and the rest of the werewolves stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on the heavens. As the minutes passed, a palpable sense of reverence filled the air.

We all notice everything right now. No one says anything. There’s nothing left to say. I step past them quietly and push the door open. The night air hits me instantly. Cooling and grounding. I inhale deeply, letting it fill my lungs, steadying myself. The sky stretches wide above the clearing, dark and endless, the stars scattered across it like distant fire. And the moon, gone. Not a trace of it. Just emptiness, a hollow space where it should be. The new moon. Tomorrow or rather....

But he's stubborn to not have talked when he is supposed to. “Evening is the best time for communicating with the moon goddess.” He added and like a parable I know where he was driving at, the old woman Lola, she would kill me if ever she is to find out I have been seeking refugee camp with Ramanov, just yet again another shade of fear struck through my spine turning my bile to flush.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

One full moon bond. And endless nights of raw, no-holds-barred pleasure ahead.

The blackout was not an absence of light: it was a presence of absolute, devouring gravity. Inside the central altar of the Silver Moon palace, the air had reached a state of "Super-Saturation." Every molecule of oxygen was so laden with antagonistic static from the government’s towers that breathing felt like inhaling pulverized glass. I stood between the statues of the Stone Sister and the Mountain Man, my hands trembling as I reached for the central nervous system of the mountain.

The scent of crushed pine needles, night-blooming jasmine, and anticipation hung heavy over the sacred clearing. Tonight, under the absolute brilliance of the supermoon, the Nightshade Pack was gathered in a sea of expectant faces. Torches flickered against the ancient stone pillars of the ritual grounds, casting long, dancing shadows across the crowd.

To be here. Asha opened her eyes. Drew her knife. Cut her palm. Let blood fall on the stone. The stone drank it. Then shattered into 1000 pieces. Each piece flew up into the sky. The sky held its breath. Then 1000 new moons appeared. All pink. All scarred. All mortal. The last moon wasn’t missing anymore. It was multiplied. The sky didn’t become one. It became more. 1000 new moons spread across the world in one night. Wolves woke to pink light on their faces. Moons that looked like Luna’s. Small. Imperfect. Human.