Moonlight Ghost Novels & Stories

My whole body freezes. "...mummy's home. Did you miss me?” No. No. No. This can't be real. She can't be real. Zelda was sitting in one of the chairs positioned in front of the top to floor windows, the low hanging moon outside, illuminating through the glass, it's silver glow highlighting every twisted feature on her face even in the pitch dark. The way her lips curved up, her eyes narrowed, her dark orbs fixed on me and me only. She watched carefully, her shoulders relaxed, arms and feet crossed, sitting so comfortably, as if three months ago she hadn't been bleeding out right in front of me.

Her tone was gentle, but the way she looked at me was arrogant. There was no way I would have invited her to come. Luther reached over to help load her luggage onto the train, but the conductor stopped him with an apologetic expression. "Sir, there's only one first-class seat remaining." The Moonlight Express offered full-service immersive scenic touring, and it was exactly the honeymoon experience I had always wanted. It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

But the images were still fresh in his mind, haunting him like a ghost. In his nightmare, Ethan had seen Selena, his girlfriend, in the clutches of Xander, his rival at the werewolf pack. Xander, a monstrous werewolf, had claimed Selena as his mate forcefully, with no regard for her protests and pleas. Selena had screamed for Ethan's help, but he was powerless to stop Xander, who had thrown him away like a rag doll.

he confessed as his fingers gently traced my face, revealing his innermost feelings. By now, it was late in the evening, and the moon was high in the blue-gray sky. The cool moonlight seeped through the window into the room. The gentle summer night breeze rustled the sheer curtains. Shadows danced on the walls and floor, like little forest spirits. Norton lowered his head and inched closer to my lips. Just as our kiss was about to land, Lola's voice suddenly echoed from outside the door. "Daddy! Mommy! What are you doing in there?"

Her hair was a stunning shade of silver that danced in the wind. "Do you recognize me now, Alpha?" She teasingly questioned. "It's the Mother Moon," Ghost muttered, dropping his head in submission. I didn't process what Ghost was saying; I was staring out into the distance. It was as if the wall inside my mind caved in and the blocked memories were leaking in. It was frightening and overwhelming. However, curiosity about what the memories held kept me from feeling afraid. Will it hold the answers I have been searching for? "You helped me that night," I muttered when the flashes slowed and came to a stop. "You observed what occurred, and you prevented Emily from..."

A slow smile crept onto my lips. “Like ghosts.” The Moonblood were the highest of our kind. And unlike the lesser wolves who relied on brute force and scent trails, we had something far greater—stealth. “We teleport,” I said simply. “We move in the shadows. They won’t see us coming.” The elders absorbed this, weighing the risks. I reached into my coat, pulling out a small vial filled with swirling silver liquid. “This,” I said, holding it up, “is what will mask our scents. It’ll last long enough to get us inside.”

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 looked at me worriedly, but he could not hide his excitement that this could be my time. “You worry too much, darling.” Mom chimed in, bringing some of her special lemon cupcakes. The refreshing scent of the pastry made me hungry, so I got up right away to get two as soon as she placed the tray on the center table. “It’s a full moon tomorrow night, so expect your kids to be bitey,” she winked at me. “Mom,” I groaned, my eyebrows snapping together, hating the joke. I took a bite of the cupcake, not smiling.

It seemed to be a magical power that specialized in subduing the Hades Ghost Sect. "Haha, the Moonlight technique of the Sky Immortal Sect is really awesome. If there is no full moon, how can it be used?" the successor of the Hades Ghost Sect laughed loudly. Endless black mist gushed out of his body and soared into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it turned into black clouds, covering the sky and blocking the moonlight. A kind of dark and gruesome force was stirring in the air. It was frightening. In the half-collapsed thatched cottage, Ding Hao was slightly shocked.