Moonlight Drawn By The Clouds Novels & Stories

she said firmly, her tone edged with defensiveness. “No, no, of course not,” Claire’s mother replied, her voice breaking. “It’s just... they look so much like her.” “Like who?” Channary asked, her brow furrowing. Claire’s mother hesitated, her gaze flitting between Channary and the twins. Then she turned toward the painting above the fireplace. “My sister, Elena. She was moon-kissed, like your daughters.” The room fell silent, save for the crackling of the fire.

I look up to the sky again, more clouds are slowly passing over, giving a heavier coverage now to the moon, making the clearing we are sit in less lit than before, certainly giving it an almost eerie feel. Anything yet from your wolf sweetheart? My Mum linked me. No…I sigh, laying myself down to watch the stars passing over the clearing above. Finding it almost hypnotic watching the movement of the sky above me. I could easily fall asleep, but did my best not to, trying to focus on the stars.

I smiled before grabbing the canvas and facing it front for them to see it all. After seeing my art, all of them gasped and my heart was fluttering seeing their eyes sparkling with amazement. “Oh my goodness! This is exactly what we have in mind!” Larry said with tears on the side of his eyes. On the canvas, the moon took center stage, luminous and grand, casting its silvery glow over the scene. Below, in the shadowy depths of the woods, I drew, werewolves prowled, their fur streaked with crimson red highlights that glinted in the moonlight.

"Mo, look at the colorful clouds in the distance. Don't they look like horses galloping in the colorful clouds?" Chloe pointed at the clouds on the opposite side, pulled Marvin's arm excitedly, and shouted. "Do you like it?" When he saw a big lake at the foot of the mountain opposite him, Chloe suddenly thought of such a poem, which described the current scenery very well. The multicolored light from the horizon entered the water. The sky was suddenly red in the water. I'll wait and see what will happen after midnight. The first one was the Golden Crow.

The forest was quiet, the moon was high in the sky, casting a soft light over the trees. Rafaele led the way, behind him walked Rain, Damien, Prince Tobias, and the palace werewolves. Evena and two other witches followed them silently. They had been searching for hours. “There’s a scent,” Damien said, stopping. “I think it’s Luna Rosa.” Rafaele turned. “How fresh?” “Not more than ten minutes,” Damien replied.

he gestured broadly, “—moon moods.” They spent the rest of the afternoon copying the scroll by hand. The magic in the ink made it impossible to replicate exactly, but Selene still wanted a reference, even if the copy couldn’t hold power. By evening, clouds had returned, but the air had shifted. Not heavier. Not lighter. Just… charged. The kind of stillness that comes before lightning. Selene stood outside the archive long after the others had gone in, her eyes drawn to the pale sliver of moon slipping between clouds.

her mother said before fading into mist. Day Four: Darius nearly attacked Ava. “You don’t smell like her anymore,” he growled, his fangs bared. “You smell like the end.” Day Five: A storm broke out, but it wasn’t natural. Red lightning split the skies. Wolves across the forest howled in unison. The sky rained ash instead of water. Marcus said, “The gods are watching now. No more mistakes.” Day Six: No one slept. The stars blinked out one by one. Even the moon’s glow turned deep crimson—bloody, ominous. The trees leaned as though trying to flee.

DEREK The Moonstone gardens were bathed in gold and green, lanterns swaying gently overhead. Laughter floated on the cooling breeze, curling like smoke among the trees. It should’ve felt perfect. It didn’t. Above us, the clouds clung stubbornly to the sky, hiding the moon. The longer they lingered, the tighter my chest wound. A full moon should’ve been a blessing tonight—a benediction on Mason and Erin’s bond. Instead, the clouds shifted restlessly, thick and uneasy, as if waiting for something they couldn't name.

“So does the moon.” Above them, as if summoned by name, the clouds broke. And for the first time in many nights, the moon watched. Not dim. Not bleeding. But whole. And it was remembered.

A time before Evelyn had arrived in the Shadowlands, before he found his purpose. He was lost, lay under the trees staring at the sky above, desperate to hear more words of encouragement from the moon goddess. The moon hung low that night, a pale silver eye staring unblinking from the endless sky above. Clouds drifted lazily past, smearing its light like ink on wet parchment. Beams shining through the gaps in the cotton wool-like clouds above. Damon lay still in the clearing, the damp earth cool beneath his bare skin. His wolf stirred uneasily, claws raking against the cage of his ribs.