Moonlight Ghost Novels & Stories

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

“A human, fighting me for a mere woman? Hah.” “SHUT UP ALREADY!” Liam screamed, swinging his leg back to kick the creature. And then he was gone. As quickly as he had arrived, he had vanished into the shadows. The only thing that lingered was the bodies around him, drained of blood. As the sun hit Liam, he fell to his knees.

Zory shook her head. “A nightmare every October on the full moon?” Owen arched a dark brow. “It was only the first and last time Talia dared to leave her bed, but she swore she would still hear the Silver Luna moving around the castle.” “Right. And why have none of us ever seen or heard this ghost despite spending plenty of time at the castle? Jamil, have you ever heard or seen this ‘Silver Luna’?” Zory turned her skeptical gaze to me. “No. Not that I remember.” I shook my head, feeling relieved at that revelation.

She tried to stand up but was completely pressed to sit down, she should have taken the day off, stubborn old woman. “No she cried, it might not be him, I saw a lightning before they came, it might be—” I sighed why in the goddess's name had Lola chosen tonight to tell me about it. Tonight I lost all touch with reality. “I think the moon goddess has come down in person, Lucia when you said you saw a woman what was she like?” She asked her face mere inches from mine. "It was just hallucination, I didn't," I said and my mind reverted to the moment, bearing all the guilds in my bone my wolf ascertained it to be true.

Anushka stepped to the door. There is no possibility of Manorama waking up. He surrendered and opened the door. There was a slight noise while lowering the hood but Manorama did not notice it. It's dark outside. At this time, the new moon is about to descend. The blackest night of the year. On this night all the ghosts come down to earth. Anushka's whole body got prickly. Somehow, after breaking the door, he jumped down to the yard and reached the wire fence. After jumping past it in the usual manner, Anushka stood on the dew-wet grass and quickly looked at their quarters.

I relaxed and my wolf settled in contentment as we shared the quiet aftermath. I was lying across his chest, idly running my fingers over his muscles as I drifted on the fine edge of bliss and sleep. In the moonlight, I noticed something I'd never seen before. Three long scars, old and faded, started at the top of his left shoulder and slid down his arm until they faded into nothing. I ran my fingers over them lightly and felt him go still underneath me. They had to have been made by a wolf or a vampire, nothing else would leave a scar. "What happened?" I whispered.

Aviva Moonlight ghosts over my skin as I stand at the highest point of the valley that overlooks Silverhide. Wind whispers through my fur, and my keen eyes scan the valley below for movement before I move along the narrow rocks, careful of the steep drop-offs hidden in the shadows. The stars are out in full overhead, bright and wild against ribbons of deep, swirling purple.

But not the right time. *I will not lose her again,* I promised the moon, even as it remained hidden behind the grey clouds of the gorge. *If they want her blood, they will have to drown in a sea of their own first.* I looked back one last time at the ten bodies littering the slush. The shadows of Moonlight River had finally come out of the dark. I would not wait for them to strike again. I would lead them directly into the jaws of the hammer I had summoned, and this time, I would ensure that not even a ghost remained to tell the tale.

The moon, a distant observer, seemed to reflect the turmoil within his soul. In a clandestine meeting with a mysterious informant, Jonas unearthed a crucial piece of information. Caleb's lair, concealed in the heart of the city, became a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Armed with newfound knowledge, Jonas embarked on a perilous journey into the heart of the supernatural abyss. The moonlit glade, a distant memory, fueled his determination to rescue Chloe from the clutches of a man consumed by shadows. The confrontation that awaited them would test the limits of love and resilience. The moon, casting its indifferent glow over the unfolding drama, seemed to hold its breath in an

The black hair on the walls began to retreat, sizzling as if hit by acid. "The light," Elodie gasped. She looked at the viewport. A sliver of pure, blinding white light was cutting through the amber shell. It wasn't sunlight. It was cold. Piercing. The White Moon had risen. "Victor, the Moon!" The charred ghost shrieked. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a forest fire being extinguished by a flood. It began to dissolve into gray flakes of ash, swirling toward the air vents.