Moonlight Author Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Full Moon’s Claim The full moon hung heavy in the stormy sky like a watchful eye, casting silvery light through the attic windows of the old lodge. Elara stood by the dusty window, her braided hair falling over her shoulders, cream hoodie pulled tight against the chill that seeped through the cracks. Rain still whispered against the glass, blurring the pine forest beyond into soft, dreamy shapes. She felt like that young girl in the stories—reflective and uncertain under the cool blue glow of uncertainty—yet drawn toward something warmer, a golden pull she couldn’t resist. Her body hummed with the aftermath of stolen moments, a secret fire that made every breath feel heavier.

My gaze drifts higher, genuinely puzzled by how a bright moon could shine almost every single night when the sun barely shows itself during the day. In Science class we'd been taught that the moon shines by reflecting the sunlight. Maybe in this world, it just doesn't count. For the past four nights, that moon had become my quiet companion. Somehow, I’d discovered it eased the heat stage for me. Since then, I’ve taken to sleeping on the balcony, letting the cool moonlight wash over my skin and dull the burning inside. A soft knock at the door pulls my attention away from my thoughts. Shawn? But Shawn doesn't knock.

To my dear readers, Reaching this final page feels both surreal and deeply emotional. When Scarred Under Moonlight first took shape, it began as nothing more than an idea, a quiet spark that lived in my imagination long before it ever became a story you could read. I never knew how far that spark would travel, or how many hearts it would touch along the way. Standing here now, at the very end, I can only say one thing with certainty: this journey would never have been possible without you.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

, but before I could speak, something hit me—like a bucket of ice water poured straight into my skull. Memories. But not mine. A grand estate bathed in moonlight. Lavish dinners where crystal goblets didn’t hold wine. Whispers about bloodlines and rival clans. A name: Lady Astrid Valemont—the daughter of Duke Corvinus Valemont, one of the most powerful vampire nobles in the land. And the worst part? I knew exactly where I’d heard that name before. From a book. Not just any book—Blood and Moonlight. My favorite guilty-pleasure fantasy romance. It was the kind of novel where everyone was broody, beautiful, and one emotional outburst away from starting a war.

The moon, now a mere sliver in the night sky, seemed to cast its light on the tangled threads of her desires. As the night retreated, Chloe grappled with the realization that she wanted both Caleb and Jonas. The stark contrast between Caleb's charismatic charm and Jonas's steadfast presence painted a vivid picture of the conflicting forces within her heart. The moonlit glade, stripped of its cosmic mystique, became a canvas for Chloe's desires and uncertainties. The next chapter of her extraordinary journey loomed, wrapped in the shadows of the crescent moon, leaving the tale suspended in the raw and unfiltered emotions of love and longing.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t react that way, she only sighed and grabbed my hands. “Moonlight Shadows is very complicated and I’m afraid yours would be much more complicated” “What do you mean, Mother?” My brows scrunched up in confusion as I tried to comprehend what she said “What do you feel around Gabriel?” She asked and my eyes widened the size of saucers under her scrutinising gaze. What does she mean? Wouldn’t I be embarrassing myself by telling her these things? What would she think of me? “Do I really have to tell you that, Mother?” I asked, blush creeping onto my face as I felt slightly embarrassed.

just as right now. Like the moon who only shows up at night, Blythe can also feel her freedom of going anywhere she likes and enjoying the world when the sun is not around anymore to burn her sensitive skin. It was as if only the moon could embrace her for who she really is. But if her memory serves her right, since the orphanage's tragedy up to the very misfortune she's experiencing right now, the moon has always been there to witness her distress. It was as if Luna had been keeping wrath from her and she was punishing Blythe at every chance possible.

And I couldn't shake the feeling that it was all connected to the Lunar Curse. "Evelyn," I said, as we took a break to drink some tea. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course, dear, what's on your mind?" I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to phrase my question. I sighed, straightening myself before I opened my mouth. "It's about the Lunar Curse, I've been hearing whispers about it, but I don't really understand what it is." Evelyn's expression turned serious, and she leaned in close.