Moonlight Muse Novels & Stories

“You don’t change until the first full moon after your 17th birthday. However some of us will start to have some minor changes before. Better hearing, better eyesight, better sense of smell, craving meat more, wanting to be outdoors all the time. Things like that. The first time you turn it is very painful. You have no control over it and it will happen faster if you are directly in the moon light, but it will happen even if it is cloudy. It just takes longer.” Amaris took a moment to absorb all this. Then it dawned on her. “Tonight is the full moon!” Amaris burst out standing up. Anna came over to put her arm around Amaris’ shoulders and sat her down once more. “Now you know why I have been

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

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

Evangeline Rose is an omega with no memories of her past. Orphaned at a young age she was taken in by the Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack. Grateful for her life and all she has; she keeps her wishes and desires a secret. But what happens when she comes of age and her life is destroyed by those that she holds dear? When heart-breaking truths come to light, she is forced into the grasp of a beast; an Alpha Prince known to be ruthless, dangerous, and cruel. A fate she tries to escape but finds herself trapped with no solution in sight. With recurring nightmares that haunt her nights begin to increase, foreshadowing a terrifying truth, Evangeline needs to get to the bottom of whatever it i

Degas paused, tightening his grip around his cane as he peered out the window. “What were the other four artifacts?” Chris asked, clearly more out of curiosity than much else. Degas seemed to be expecting this question. “The other artifacts were a moonfeather for Moonrise, a shard of moonglass for Moonshine, a moonseed that grew into a mighty tree for New Moon, and a moonpetal frozen in amber for Crescent Moon,” he continued. He paused again, and this time, there was a tense silence in the room as he slowly turned around again to regard Chris with a stern glare.

Muse's attendants laughed. "Great Master Pearlo is our most powerful Earthly Celestial in the Mystique Realm. He has been undefeated since 300 years ago. Almost everyone is below him except Saint Onyx. Not even a Heavenly Celestial could," one of them said. "Honestly, do you really think you can marry Mirth under Lady Muse's watchful eyes?" another added. Mirth blushed and tightened her fists. "Don't bother with them. They don't know how big the universe is," Logan said calmly.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

It was a healing magic as old as time, passed down from the goddess of the moon herself. Noah watched in awe as Myla's fingers moved with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. Her hands traced intricate patterns, creating featherlight motions on his skin, and with each gentle motion, the moonlight responded, bathing him in a soothing, ethereal radiance. It was a dance between Myla and the moon, a dance of healing and renewal. The moonlight wove itself into a delicate tapestry, mending his wounds with an otherworldly tenderness. Noah could feel the warmth of the light seeping into his skin, as if the very essence of the moon was breathing life back into his weary body.

They questioned whether it was merely a fleeting moment of collaboration or As I stood within the heart of the Moonlight Pack's territory, I couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing sight above me. The moon, a celestial beauty, shone brightly in the night sky, its ethereal light cascading down upon the land below. The moon's gentle radiance enveloped the landscape, transforming it into a mystical realm bathed in a soft, silvery glow. Throughout history, the moon has held a profound significance for humanity, serving as a timeless symbol that transcends the ever-changing nature of our world. Its presence in the night sky has captivated our collective imagination and played a vital r

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.