Moonlight Novels Novels & Stories

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

As if washing away my burning heart. I looked at the full moon in the night sky, beside it were two stars also shining brightly. A starry moon that appears every night and the one that convinces me that I am still living in the world inside a novel. “When I first came to this world, the starry moon looked so attractive. They are beautiful, calming and mysterious. I don't get tired staring at them before I go to sleep. But now, whenever I see them, my heart feels like it's going to fall out. Because I remember that dreadful night along.”

The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore. When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

"Have you ever heard about the story of the Moon Guardian?" This is just getting even more exciting. Flynn likes stories and novels. That's the same reason why she collects books. She smiles, "I haven't." She answers. "But I would like to hear about it." "I have a book here. It's a novel based on the Moon Guardian's life that was written almost 700 years ago." She says, taking out a black book that looked like a journal. “Actually, I don’t think it’s a novel. I would call it a journal but people call it a novel.”

She was about to slip it between the space of two worn-out books when her eyes chanced upon the title on its cover. ‘Ancient Magic of the Sun and Moon’

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

I thought this was going to be easy, but it was one of the hardest things I've ever done. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, and I wanted to know if they felt the same way too. They didn't say anything else but studied me with their eyes. “What about you guys? Do you…” “Do we feel the same way for you?” “Yeah.” “Heck yeah, we do,” Logan said. “Sloane Moon, you are the best thing that has ever happened to us.” “You are the only one we see, mami. Our only girl.” “Fuck,” I breathed. “Hmm, not so fast, mami. Not just yet.”

Sleep refuses to even come. I lay staring at the ceiling while branches scrape softly against the outside wall. Every time I close my eyes, I see abandoned toys scattered through the eastern village. The elderly woman's trembling hand around my wrist. The scratched face in memories that no longer belong entirely to me. Eventually, I give up. I slip on a sweater and quietly step onto the narrow balcony overlooking the valley. The sky is completely dark, with only the moonlight glowing softly against my skin. The silence here feels different from the compound.