Moonlight Glass Novels & Stories

Drake thought, hissing as he kicked Larry's leg. Meanwhile, Anne made her way down to the sea. The path was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the occasional flicker of a distant star. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting an eerie, almost otherworldly pall over the landscape. The waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythm the only sound breaking the heavy silence of the midnight hour.

Elder Maera started gently, “This place has heard more confessions than the council chamber ever will.” I smiled faintly, folding my arms as I took it in. “It feels… peaceful.” “That is intentional.” She reached for my hand, with the familiarity of someone who had done this many times before. “Tonight, I wanted to show you something that is not written in any record.” She guided me to the basin and handed me a small vial carved from bone and silver. Inside it shimmered a pale liquid that glowed faintly. “Moonwater,” she explained. “Collected during a triple alignment. Every Luna learns this ritual, though few remember why it matters.”

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.

Not exactly desperate, but yeah, I want to know. Mikhail lifts his drink, taking a slow sip before answering. “Apart from her being the only shewolf in this entire room who got your attention?” He arches a brow, still grinning. “I got nothing.” Great. Sophia leans in slightly, her eyes following where I was just looking. “Do you want me to find out?” she offers, that gentle spark of mischief in her voice. But before I can answer, the lights dim. A hush rolls across the room as the glass dome overhead lets the moonlight spill in. It cuts across the floor in soft silver lines, stretching over silk dresses and polished shoes like something out of a dream. The full moon’s glow washes over everyt

"I mixed it myself. Just for you." Charlotte studied it with curiosity, tilting her head. "What's it called?" Caleb tilted his head, smiling mysteriously. "Moonlight Lover." She raised an eyebrow, amused. "Moonlight… Lover?" she repeated slowly, testing the words. He didn't answer, only smiled wider, more knowingly. They clinked glasses, and without hesitation, Charlotte lifted it and emptied the entire thing in one go. Caleb's eyes flew wide in shock. "Charlotte—wait—"

Crystalline water spurted upwards into the blue sky and downward into the hollow space in fours in a straight line. Behind, there was an outdoor fire pit with unblemished white cushioned chairs for recreation as borders. In the fire pit, the Kirkgardes traded tired looking fire logs, lava rocks or wood with elegant well-polished reflective gray fireglass. Fireglasses are recycled glass polished to sin. They sparkle like soft diamonds as yellow flames stained with blue dance lightly on them. It had a fire and ice look that only added to it's beauty.

Damien takes a step ahead and black vines come out of nowhere and take a hold of his feet as soon as the light touches him. "No!" I yell . "What is happening!" Vlad says and I see him dialing someone. "I don't know, I have never once seen something like this." Damien says . "What if that's how the light is reacting to vampires. Should I try reaching her?" I say, my eyes on the light and now mist starts forming. "Guys, Help me, will you?" Damien says and Vlad goes to help. He pulls but they don't budge. "These vines are strong, like super strong. I need some help here, Mia." Vlad says and I go there to help him. We both pull at the count of three and the vines break and it disappears in thin

She then uncorked the unlabeled bottle of red wine. "No name?" Ainar asked curiously. "It's one of our family recipes. We don't label them." "Oh, that's cool." Aibar knew that most vampires brew their own beer and wine but because KuLaa doesn't, she has never tasted homemade wine. As for beer, her friends in school do bring them out at hangouts. Lykie poured the wine into the two flutes and handed one to Ainar who collected it without hesitation. "Is it the same as the one we drank at the beach that day?"

I can't break. I need a distraction anything please. As my eyes darted around the crowded party, and soon landed on the drinks Alcohol I couldn't resist the siren call of the alcohol table. The clinking bottles and swaying cups seemed to beckon me closer. My hand trembled as I reached for a bottle of whiskey, pouring myself a generous glass before downing it in one gulp.

Ran my fingers along the smooth wood. Whiskey. Scotch. Bourbon. Vodka. All top shelf. All expensive. And in the center, separated from the rest, a single crystal glass. It was older and unique. Unlike the others, its crystal was tinted a pale amber, and intricate patterns were etched all around the rim. I picked it up. Held it to the light. Heavy. Substantial. The kind of glass you'd use for important moments. Celebrations. Deals closed. Or proposals. My chest tightened. I turned the glass in my hands.