Moonlight Author Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Little moon. I froze. It wasn’t Myron. It wasn’t Timothy. It was older. Vast. Gentle in a way that felt unbearably heavy. Moonlight spilled across the floor, pooling at my feet, crawling up my legs like living silver. My breath came shallow as the air thickened, reality thinning at the edges. Images pressed behind my eyes—wolves running under fractured skies, twin stars orbiting a single moon, blood soaking sacred ground. Then—darkness.

Help me survive this place and rescue my mom. When I opened my eyes, the bright light of the moon streamed onto my bed from the skylight. That's wrong. It's the waning phase right now. I sat up, confused. There was someone next to my bed, I sensed. Moonlight reflected off of them so brightly it was hard to look at them directly. The person leaned closer, and I realized that they weren't reflecting moonlight; they were made of moonlight. The beautiful woman gave me a benevolent smile. Her long hair floated dreamily through the air as though we were underwater. A crown of stars ringed her brow.

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.

Undoubtedly her. The forest was being dark with each step Moon took ahead. Moonlight was barely reaching the treetops. The floor was dark. But nothing mattered. My mate, my Viviana was here. Miracle was here. Moon’s eyes glowed more. The yellow in them was shining. He was a Moon-wolf. His eyes were the sun.

Knowing that Raya would not understand the story as it played out, I decided to tell it as the flames recreated it. "Long ago, in a village nestled amidst the enchanting forests, there lived a man named Orion. Orion's heart was forever captivated by the moon's celestial allure. Night after night, he would gaze up at the sky, his love for the moon growing stronger with each passing moment," I whispered in her ear as she stared, memorized by the fiery scene.