Moonlight Manga Novels & Stories

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

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.

“Moon Fire is an extremely rare ability that has not been seen in many generations. It is when a being, such as you or your wolf, draws energy from moonlight. It creates a reservoir of power that can be expelled in the form of light. It is how you defeated the Zeltenea. Now that makes so much sense.” Caiathus used his magic to project a large hologram for us to see. It played out like a movie. A young man stood underneath a full moon, and you could see as his body drew the moonlight into his body. From there, he expelled it at a demonic looking creature. The light destroyed it exactly like I did with the Zeltenea.

He did not look back. His eyes were fixed on mine. They were burning with a heat that felt warm in the cold Citadel. He was holding the Lunar Circlet between his hands. The six gems were spinning fast in their sockets. The silver frame looked like a ring of fire. "She cannot be alone in the dark, " Malachi whispered. His thumb was touching the runes on my neck. "The Moon exists because the Sun gives it a reason.. The Moon rests when the Shadow takes over the sky. I am the shadow she made in the High Peaks. Let me take the dark."

Julian's P. O. V. "You have to run! Run Julian and never look back," My mother said, while I held on tightly to her hands. She was badly wounded on the abdomen and blood dripped down freely. "No mum, I can't leave you, we can still make it together," I said with teary eyes. She has been wounded so badly that she could no longer shape shift again. And it was practically useless because, we've been rounded up by so many wolf's.

This is time however, sleep came quickly along with the final thought of those two grey eyes. I was still sleeping, completely and utterly comfortable when I felt something - someone touch me. At first it was a fleeting touch across my face, and then a gentle shake if my shoulders. “Aria.” I groaned, shifting in the bed, trying to ignore the annoying sound breaking me from my comfort. “Aria.” The voice was soft, so quiet that I thought it was part of my dream. “If you don't wake up now, we won't go back to the Crescent Moon.” That was all I needed to sit up so fast I bumped my head on a rock hard on a rock hard surface.

“But I won’t condemn him without proof either.” Liam turns toward me. “And if proof comes too late?” The question cuts deeper than he knows. “Then I’ll carry that weight,” I reply. “Like I carry everything else.” I don’t go to the hollow that day. That decision haunts me almost immediately. Because by nightfall, the Moon does something she hasn’t done since the trial. She marks the land. Silver light bleeds through the clouds, not bright—focused. It traces lines across the territory, igniting runes long dormant, all converging toward one place.

Eve’s POV The morning after the blood moon felt wrong. The air still carried the sharp smell of ash. It was almost hard to tell if the smell of ash was from the torch everyone had been holding last night or from the black ash the wolves had been coughing up all night. Despite all I was surrounded by, I just could not stop thinking of him not Dorian…Malik

Koran whispered, his face inches from mine, he looked shaken, his own magic dampened by the sheer magnitude of the discharge, "You... you just threw the Moon off the mountain." "I didn't," I said, my voice sounding older, steadier, I looked up at the hole in the ceiling, where the night sky was visible, the Blood Moon was still there, but it was fading, turned a dull, dusty grey by the Eclipse, "He did." I stood up, my legs steady despite the adrenaline still humming in my marrow, I didn't need Koran to hold me anymore, I felt the entire Maw beneath my feet, every wolf in it now linked to my own heartbeat.

The sea path beneath us shivered. Kiyomi tightened both hands around Hayate’s coat. He kept one arm around her waist, though blood still darkened his shoulder. Cael stared across the open ocean. “I preferred the vampires.” Daigo looked at him. “That is a sentence no one should say.” Above Tsukishima, daylight began to dim. A pale moon rose behind the island. Too fast. Too large. Red spread across its surface. Raiken’s hand closed around mine. The bond tightened. “Blood moon.”