Moonless Nights Novels & Stories

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

He laughed. They set up the picnic in her garden. The wok-like grill on the tripod slowly baked their dinner as they lounged on the blanket by the light of the triple moons. Rain considered them as she sipped her dream flower wine. “Can you ever see the stars? There’s all this light.” “Sometimes. They have different cycles, but we actually have a few days each month with only one moon.” “Wow. Must be hard to have much of an observatory. Who named this place the Dark Lands, then?”

"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.

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

"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.