Moonlight In Chains Novels & Stories

And a bright beam, silver as the moon, shot from her palm, blasting right through the middle of the creature. “H-How…” Even though the light faded, her palms still glowed warmly. The shadow creature had been reduced to nothing. She could still feel the energy humming inside of her. She blasted the shadow monster with powerful magic, one that was similar to hers. It was here. Somewhere under the surface. Somewhere secret. Moon Magic.

She held my hand tight, ensuring I didn’t break away. I could feel it—something unusual and powerful was happening. I couldn't scream or shout, but I believed that whatever it was would bring me the peace of mind I truly deserved. The incantations lasted for an hour. My mother’s face was covered in sweat, as was mine. Blood dripped from her forehead down to her nose, but she didn't care. Finally, she opened her eyes, and they were a vivid green. Mine were green as well. “Today, Yvonne, I hand over the powers of the moon to you. As long as you wish, the moon will remain hidden. The day you bring forth your child into this world, only then will the moon surface again,” she said with determinat

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

Ethan stood shirtless at his window, gazing out over the city skyline. With his toned muscles and chiseled features, he was the epitome of physical perfection. The sweatpants he was wearing hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing strip of abdominal muscles. As he stared out the window lost in his thoughts, the door to his room suddenly opened and in stepped his maid, a middle-aged woman dressed in a traditional black and white uniform. Ethan turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

The baby was draining my energy, demanding protection even as I fought its father. Then I remembered Volkov's words about the Chain Keepers. They bound wolves not with physical chains but with corrupted moonlight itself. The feral moon above us was already corrupt. I just needed to shape it. I spread my wings wide, catching moonbeams like silk threads. They burned – goddess fire and corrupted moon didn't mix well – but I wove them anyway. Chains of moonlight, just like the ones I'd fought against. Dimitri sensed the trap and tried to flee. But I knew him too well, knew his patterns even in madness. My chains caught his legs first, then his arms. He fought viciously, but each struggle pulled

The sound made Joy wince. “They had to do it. Do you understand? Everyone here is trying very hard to help you.” Moon ignored her but he snarled again and paused, shaking each of his legs to make the chains jangle. Her focus fixed on the restraints when he held still. It appeared the Species had wrapped leather bands around his wrists and ankles then placed the metal shackles over them to protect his skin. He began pacing again, dragging the chains, and let out a tormented howl.

Kael POV — First Person The Moon does not come gently. I feel her before I see her—before the guards drag me into the stone circle, before the murmurs of the pack rise like a tide ready to drown me. She presses against my skull, heavy and merciless, as if she has been waiting all along for this moment. For me. Chains bite into my wrists, forged from moon-silver and old magic. Each step forward feels like walking through fire. The scent of fear clings to the air—not just mine, but the pack’s. They know something is about to end.

The stone floor of the cell was freezing, biting through Gina’s thin trousers. She sat with her back pressed against the cold wall, her wrists locked in heavy silver chains that hummed with a faint, nauseating blue light. Every time she tried to draw a single breath of her Moonborn magic, the chains pulsed, sending a sharp, shocking pain straight up her arms that left her gasping for air. The heavy iron door of the dungeon screeched open, scraping against the stone.

“Even when I don’t deserve it.” He leaned into my touch. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” he said. “Not Chernov. Not Vargas. Not even your father. I’ll fight them all. For you.” Then he pulled something from his coat. A silver chain. A crescent moon pendant. He fastened it around my neck, fingers brushing my skin. “For you, mi luna. A piece of the moon. So you never forget who you belong to—and who’s willing to bleed for you.”