Moonlight Ballroom Novels & Stories

* Ava had laughed and said yes before Ryder could assess the security requirements, and he had spent two days being professionally unhappy about the open guest list and then arranged for it to be the most secured formal event in Blackthorn history. The ballroom was on the penthouse's main floor — a space Ava had seen exactly once, in passing, on a day when she'd still been calculating exits. It was extraordinary. Floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, open to the city and the sky, and above those windows the full moon — three weeks past its peak, still enormous, climbing toward midnight at its own unhurried pace. She wore gold.

The dim light from the moon shone through the curved windows adding to the ambiance of elegance. I moved along with the other guests, entering the ballroom which was even more decked out than the foyer. Long white silk fabric hung from the ceiling, the ends barely sweeping the floor. Flowers in white and blue decorated the round tables, each with a tealight candle, that surrounded the center floor for dancing. I didn’t bother to find my assigned seat. I wouldn’t need it. I had a job to do. Moving through the ballroom, fully aware of the male wol whose gazes landed on me. Probably wondering who I was. I put my shoulders back and lifted my chin, walking with purpose and false confidence.

I repeated, my voice laced with disbelief. "Yep," Maya confirmed, leaning closer like she was sharing a juicy secret. "The Moon Ball is a chance for alphas and leaders to strengthen alliances through chosen mates. But it’s also a time for...sparks to fly." She grinned. "It’s a mix of politics and romance. Very dramatic." "That sounds...intense," I said, unsure how I felt about the idea. "It is, but it’s also fun. The whole pack comes together to prepare. There are decorations, dresses, and dances to rehearse. Even the grumpiest wolves get into the spirit of it."

That said, the ballroom took my breath away. Unlike the main foyer with its fantastic imitation of the night full of the stars, the ballroom had the advantage of owning a splendorous glass ceiling; the center opened to display the moon as she made her trek across the sky. Around the crescent skylight, were fantastic scenes of wolves leaping through clouds and darkened forests. The glass marble, in a way, gave each color a certain depth, a shimmering effect that made the wolves seem almost alive.

She moved gracefully among them, pointing and envisioning. “I want the theme to be moonlight and silver roses. Hang crystal chandeliers with soft blue lighting to mimic the moon’s glow. The tables should have white silk tablecloths and tall centerpieces of fresh silver roses mixed with delicate baby’s breath. Make it feel magical, but refined. This is my daughter’s special day.” The staff nodded eagerly and got to work. By the second day, long ladders filled the ballroom as workers carefully hung strings of glowing crystals from the high ceiling. Shaina walked among them, adjusting placements herself.

Luna asked. “Nothing.” She stepped closer to me, her fingers brushing my arm. “Stay close to me tonight,” she said softly. “They’ll be watching.” They always were. I nodded. “Of course.” She smiled again, satisfied. But something inside me felt restless. Unsettled. And I didn’t know why. — The ballroom was exactly what I expected. Huge. Bright. Suffocating. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen explosions. Golden light spilled across marble floors. Waiters moved silently through the crowd, carrying trays of champagne.

Her confident expression wavered. And then I pulled away from her and walked off, leaving her standing there, staring after me with shock written all over her features. The Luna Ball was held in the grand ballroom of the neutral territory between packs. The space had been transformed into something resembling a palace, with chandeliers casting golden light across the high ceilings, silk draping the walls in shades of cream and gold, flowers arranged in elaborate displays that must have cost a fortune. All of it felt suffocating. Zade had insisted I attend, claiming it was important for campus representation or some other excuse that I had barely listened to.

Blue and gold draped the Victorian-style ballroom. The light of the chandelier twinkled on the glitter of the gold fabric, creating a starry-night effect across the white ceiling. A Moon Goddess altar had been erected at the far end of the room, beneath a life-sized portrait of the building’s founder.

“Let’s head there before he starts timing us for lateness.” I stared at him. “Right now?” He nodded. “Apparently the Moonlit Ball is tomorrow night, and he wants everything—his words—‘practically perfect down to the last spin.’ So. That.” Ingrid groaned dramatically and shoved her spoon into her soup. “Of course he does. I swear, if anyone breathes off-tempo, he’ll rearrange the entire choreography to fix it in one night.” Callum gave a half-smile. “That… sounds accurate.”

Whilst their royal wives rotted with jealousy over this girl and the next, as they were caked to the heavens with an unnecessary amount of powder that was somehow overshadowed by their massive air balloon shaped dresses. However, I soon realize that my negative assumption of the Blue Moon Pack’s banquet is oddly wrong. As Tanya, Claire and I step into the main ballroom, the atmosphere feels light, and weightless. Despite the evening darkness that shimmers through the grand windows, the room emanates brightness. With sheer sky-blue curtains tied back stylishly, while walls are decorated with pearly design patterns.