Moonlight Ball Novels & Stories

Joanne’s POV The palace glittered beneath the silver glow of the moon. Lanterns carved with delicate crescent patterns floated in the air, shedding soft light that shimmered off marble pillars. The gardens had been transformed into a dreamscape of silver and sapphire, vines wound with fairy lights, fountains spelling crystal water that caught the moon’s reflection through the moonroof. Tonight was the Moonlit Masque, the most celebrated vampire ball of the season. Every noble vampire in the realm attended, cloaked in silk and velvet, their faces hidden behind their masks, which were fashioned like stars and shadows.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

He explained, "There's only one empty seat left on the train, and Zoey's son has never seen the ocean before. This is the perfect chance. Kids can't be separated from their mothers, so I'll take them first and get them settled, then come back for you." I nodded and stepped off the train, watching it disappear into the distance. Once they reached the beach, a friend asked Luther why I hadn't come along. He was busy inflating a pool float for Zoey, answering casually without looking up. "The Moonlight Express runs every three days. Avery Smith can just buy her own ticket and come later. I'll pick up some gifts to make it up to her. She's really understanding and won't stay mad at me." A bitter

Zelena. Lupus led me down the porch and out into the clearing. Strings of white lanterns hung from one side of the clearing to the other, filling the space with beautiful glowing lights. A red carpet had been laid out from the bottom of the porch, all the way to the stage, making me feel like some kind of movie star. The crowd of Weres was huge. Must be double the size of Tri-Moon. They gathered on either side of the carpet, bunching in together to get as close as they could to the stage. As we walked through the middle of them, they knelt to their knee with their heads bowed and one hand over their heart. It was deathly silent, with only the sound of my thumping heart filling my ears.

"My name is David, and I'm a human who loves hockey." The ball turned red. I heard their gasps as their eyes widened in shock. "I love Becca, and I promise to keep her safe," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. The marble turned blue. They remained silent, their eyes fixed on the gem, now glowing with the soft blue light of truth. "You can try it if you're in doubt," I offered, holding the ball out to them. George glanced at his wife, shaking his head in disbelief, but Laura's gaze remained fixed on mine and the gem. She looked at her husband, giving him a small nod, and then walked over to me, gently taking the marble from my hand.

The sight that befell Cilyna and Kaynon as they reached the side of the mountain had Cilyna staring in astonishment. An older woman with hip length silver hair sat cross legged in the center of a salt circle. There was no wind blowing through the trees, yet her hair was flowing all around her as if she had stuck her finger in a light socket though gently swaying to her soft siren chant. The setting sun was her spotlight and the small dust like particles floating in the air looked like glitter. The scene had a Disney magic feel to it.

And the other took delight in annoying the girl. With eyes closed, Clara cupped her palms together, bringing them closer to her chest. A silvery glow streamed through the tiny gaps of her fingers. As she unclasped her hands, the light morphed into two, then four, and then ten. Until the floating balls of silver light filling the redwoods were uncountable. The balls took shape and a pair of wings sprouted on their backs. They fluttered around and the shadowy woods glowed in their wake—tiny glowing butterflies made from the silver moonlight.

But for now, her heart pounding, Selena drifted off to sleep, her dreams haunted by visions of her savior and the Lycan pack. Selena woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. The warm sun streamed through the window, casting a glow across her bed. As she stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. The werewolf pack, the danger, and the alpha werewolf who had saved her life.

The palace glittered beneath a canopy of stars. Thousands of crystal lanterns hung from the balconies, their soft silver light dancing across polished marble floors. The grand ballroom had been transformed into a moonlit paradise; white roses, moon lilies, and silver ribbons decorated every pillar, while musicians tuned their instruments at the far end of the hall. Tonight was the Moonlight Ball. It was an ancient Blackthorn tradition where every member of the royal pack celebrated the blessing of the Moon Goddess. For many, it was simply another celebration.