Moonlight Author Novels & Stories

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.

Tromso’s pride and glory…never missing a dull day. “I wish I could shine as bright as the moon,” Lylia randomly spoke, her stare absently on the moon above. Matt and I raised our chins to see the full moon. The sky was clear and the stars were visible along with the moon. Indeed, it shone bright and gave the night some light. “The moon never dims. How?” Neither of us answered, but perhaps it was a rhetorical question because the ginger merely continued. “The bridge is bright too. Does it never run out of energy? It is a lot more man-made than the moon but it's also bright, so I guess the bridge could work too.”

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, from the way her hair caught the moonlight, from the concentration etched on her face, and from the love and care that radiated from her every movement. In that moment, surrounded by the moon's gentle embrace and Myla's captivating magic, Noah felt a profound sense of gratitude and wonder. He was mesmerized not only by the moon's healing touch but by the extraordinary woman who wielded it. As the magic completed its work, and Noah's pain began to ebb away, Myla's fingers stilled. The moonlight danced in her eyes, and Noah knew that he had witnessed something truly magical, something that went beyond the physical realm.

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.

He says and I arch an eyebrow at him. "Says the shape shifting boy to the human girl." I retort automatically. He chuckles at my comment and leans back in his chair again. I glance at his motorcycle boots next to me size twelve. Great now I'm never going to forget that. I get to work writing the essays I need to finish before the end of the period. I stop when I feel him tugging on my hair again. can a girl catch a break?