Moonless Nights Novels & Stories

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

"Look at the moon, Zoren. Try to take in the energy that it is giving you. Does it feel different? Do you still think that this is dangerous?" Zoren tried to slowly look up. The fear in his heart was there, but having a soft hand hold it really helped him a lot. The moon was not full; parts of it were missing, with one side covered by a cloud. The same energy that he could feel whenever the moonlight hit his skin was there, and he loved it. However, nothing felt unusual. When he glanced at Verena, he could see how she smiled while almost bending her neck just to look up at the night sky.

She strains her ears, trying to make out the words being spoken. Jasmine crept through the darkness, her feet silent on the gravel path. The moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie silver light over the landscape. The air was still and silent, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the hoot of an owl in the distance. It was a night of secrets, of hidden things and unseen forces.

​That night, the Spire was draped in a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight against my skin. There were no hums from the ventilation shafts, no distant rhythmic thud of the subway trains, and no static from the GDF monitors. I stood on the outer ramparts with Killian, the stone beneath my boots cold and ancient. Above us, the three moons of the ancient world rose in a perfect, crystalline arc over the jagged peaks of the Black Mountain. Their light wasn't filtered through the smog of Aethelgard or the artificial rings of Aetheris; it was raw and silver, turning the world below into a landscape of obsidian and frost.

After that long rush of memories, my mind felt strangely clear. Today was our fifth wedding anniversary. I put on the white dress he liked best. I waited from sunset until well past midnight. No flowers. No hug. Just a silent house and the noise from a live stream of the Spencer Group’s gala playing on my phone. Out of that sea of people, I spotted him immediately. He was smiling gently, carefully fastening a necklace around Wendy’s neck. The camera zoomed in. It was a star-and-moon pendant. Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center.

Walking up to my side, he kept a polite distance as 'engaged couples' would. He clearly heard my whisper but was trying to appear unconcerned. I turned slightly, smiling faintly, shyly and hopefully as the future queen would. "Just thinking about the prayer to the Moon Goddess in three days." That was the truth. New moons were the moment when the Moon Goddess' power would wane, and it would be most suited for a grand farewell and a quiet escape. Daniel chuckled in turn, turning away and looking up to the distant skies. "The Moon Goddess will protect you, Susan."

Amara's POV The moon hung low in the sky, a perfect, luminous orb casting its silver light across the surface of the lake. It shimmered, a living, breathing tapestry of liquid starlight, its surface disturbed only by the soft, lapping rhythm against the shore. The cool night air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, was a stark contrast to the heat that had been building inside me all day. I stood at the edge, bare-chested and rooted to the spot, my gaze a fixed point on the water.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

Vienna's POV: The wedding ceremony was being held on a moonless night. Unlike Camden Falls, where ceremonies were bathed in the moon’s silver glow, the Northern Pack believed that on such nights, the Moon Goddess took her leave from the sky to walk among her children. It was a beautiful thought—one that filled my heart with warmth, as did my reflection in the polished bronze mirror before me.