Moonlight Ghost Novels & Stories

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

A powerful scream that I could barely recognize my own voice because of that. And when I fell on the tiled floor I saw Lisa, dead. The whole place was silent, the light was out throughout Midnight. Right before the moon turns back to its original color, I saw my reflection on the broken glass, near my feet. Long white hair, red eyes, fangs, root-ink visible veins. And my forehead ... It has a Zirconia moon's mark, which is shining. My tears started to flow. The moon is back to normal. I just knelt down in front of Acheron and cried hugging his body again. That's when someone appeared and it was Aunt Laura.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

If I don't get out of here now, it would be me next. Slowly, I took some steps backward, looking around for an outlet or a place I could hide. It was past midnight and the moon's light was the only source of illumination. Thorns and woods are what filled my pathway and I didn't know where to turn to. With my mother's last words still reeling in my head, I cleared a path along the woods with my hand as I ran. Ignoring the thorns and rough tree barks, that pickled me, I ran like my life depended on it.

The ghoul which was beginning to land heavy punches on Penelope who was barely conscious stopped and turned its neck three hundred and sixty degrees till it was staring at Harold with dark hollows dug into its head, representing his eyes. It was true what Trisha had guessed. The 'shadows' which they now knew as ghouls had been barely visible down in the cavern. Now they were although smoky, a lot lot easier to spot. It had to do with the full moon.

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

Driven by instinct, my eyes rove over the vicinity of my room, searching for the shadowed figure lurking at the corner, but when I found none, my inhibition only worsened. He wasn’t here. That could mean only one thing. Darting out of bed, I went into the living room to see whether Damon was still sleeping. However, what I came to see made me come to a grinding halt. Right there, standing before the couch, was my phantom. But what terrified me the most was the gun he pointed at Damon’s sleeping figure. A grin grew wide on his lips the moment he noticed my presence. “Hello, my love.”

---------------------------- Merliah's Point of view. -------------------------- I glanced at my window near the terrace’s door. My eyes were fascinated by the moon that looks like a phantom silver plate hanging in the forlorn sky. An orb that specifically shines in the darknest, as pure white as white pearls. Suddenly the door to the terrace opened, and the curtain moved as well. I saw a shadow, I felt a chill starting to climb on my skin. Who climbed into my room on the second floor of the mansion? Is it a kidnapper or a ghost?

I didn’t have a choice… For now. A sliver of cruel amusement flickered in the light of their eyes. "Excellent," Selene's voice purred, slithering through both Peter and the werewolf. Peter stepped forward and grabbed me, pulling me along down the path. The earth was soft beneath my feet. I smelled blood. I looked down, and my stomach turned. I could see the blood seeping into the ground. I could smell it even though my feet were perfectly dry. I looked up as we walked further down the path. The ghosts and spirits of White Moon appeared along the way. Their sorrowful gazes followed me, an unspoken chorus of empathy and anger. Mothers were cradling spectral children, warriors frozen in poses o