Moonlight Glass Novels & Stories

I don’t. “I’m drinking what I can afford,” I say, raising my glass like evidence. One brow lifts. “That glass is forty bucks here, sweetheart.” “Special occasion.” “Which kind?” “Still deciding.” He catches the bartender’s eye, murmurs something I don’t catch. Two new glasses appear—real crystal this time, filled with something that glows like liquid sunlight. “You didn’t have to…” “Didn’t ask. Just try it.” He nudges one toward me. “If you’re gonna do something stupid tonight, at least do it with the good stuff.”

The moonstone was adorned with intricate celestial motifs, depicting stars, moons, and constellations that seemed to come to life, their brilliance twinkling with a captivating luminosity. The vast, open space I stood in had a high, vaulted ceiling, giving the impression of reaching into the heavens themselves. The walls were lined with arched windows, each offering panoramic views of a moonlit landscape beyond. The moonlight streamed through these windows, infusing the hall with a soft, silvery radiance and creating a mesmerizing interplay of light and shadow.

They were fine, polished metal. He poured the wine. It was dark, almost purple. It smelled sweet, like overripe berries. "I don't want to drink right now," I said. I felt a cold prickle on the back of my neck. Rhys held out a cup to me. He didn't move. "It’s a tradition in the old bloodlines. When a Luna’s status is questioned, she drinks the Wine of the Moon. It’s supposed to bring clarity." I looked at the cup. The liquid shimmered. There was something in it—tiny, microscopic flakes that caught the light like dust motes in a sunbeam.

I could still feel the heat on my skin, and knew if we had stayed, I would come back with a horrible sunburn. "I want to try this one." I replied, lifting the decanter with a crescent moon etched onto the bottom. The inky black liquid swirled in the bottle; shimmering silver made itself known with every slosh. "All of the other decanters have a star on the bottom. A small star, or an eight-pointed star. This one has a crescent moon." "Do any others have a moon on the bottom?" Camille asked, her eyes thoughtful.

Killian Vale The glass in my hand was warm. Which meant I’d been holding it too long. I stared at it without blinking—crystal-cut, rim laced with untouched scotch, the expensive kind that collectors chased and I used like mouthwash on high-stress days. Macallan 25. The kind of liquid amber that cost more than most people made in a month. And this? This was turning into one of those days. Or nights, rather.

(Olivia's POV) Before I got into my car, Lucas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. "Here," he said, pressing it into my palm. "It might help you sleep tonight." I examined the vial, filled with a clear liquid that shimmered slightly in the parking lot lights. "What is it?" "Moonflower Sleep Essence," he explained. "Put a few drops on your pillow. It's infused with moonstone essence—should help calm your mind."

Nala first waved to her Grandparents then immediately joined Ezekiah. "G-good day," I said nervously. Ezra's parents smiled and immediately invited me to their dining room which was the length of the table is long. Expensive; I can compare the appearance of their mansion to Disney movies. The floor is marble, the furniture is gold and most of all—every part of their house is spacious.

Amber nodded just before a contraction rippled through her. As the moon rose to its peak, the Lunas began to push. Amber was the first to birth to her child, which I expected. He was a healthy boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I passed the boy to Alpha Damien to clean him up as I turned my focus to Michelle. The moon reached its peak as the female was born. I called to Selene and the moon turned blue before she descended to earth. We clasped hands and began the incantation to seal her powers. The wind picked up as we finished the spell. She turned to her beloved creatures and smiled, then faded and returned to the moon. I quickly put the blinding spell on the female and watched as they cra

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.