Moonlight Poems Novels & Stories

My soul, like morning mist, grew translucent beneath the moonlight. I cast one last glance at Ryan. He was still weeping. Edgar's eyes were red with tears. He stared at the moon for a long time. I, too, lifted my gaze to that gentle yet merciless light in the night sky. 'Moon Goddess, is this the end?' Fine. At last, I was free. In the final fading moment of consciousness, the moonlight wrapped around me like a mother's embrace. Everything dissolved into darkness, stillness, and eternal freedom.

We hadn't known she had been there all along. "I've read in a book." I responded. She started walking towards us, she sat in the middle while we rested our heads on her arm. "You've read right. Ever read the moonlight poem?." She asked. "No, mother." We replied in unison. Under the moonlight Still thinking of you The love that was once cherished Has vanished into the blue Where are you now?. Asked my worried mind. How will I survive, through the darkest nights?. You're running through my senses, what else do I feel?.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

BLOOM’S POV As the moon festival began, the Pack was illuminated by the moon. Celestial orbs cast their glowing beams upon the surroundings. Captivating sights shimmered and came alive under their ethereal touches. Lanterns floated gracefully, illuminating the darkness with their tender radiance. The stars sparkled and twinkled in harmony, and fireflies danced in the air, casting mesmerizing glows upon the atmosphere.

With the knowing looks they passed, Emma knew the Elders knew something and might not be willing to share so easily so she pleaded. "Please, I just want to make sense of it." "There's only one explanation Emma." Eunice, one of the council members answered. "The Moon Goddess. A long time ago, it was prophesied that a human with the soul of a shifter will take on the burdens of the pack and once a while, in the face of extreme danger, she would shift to protect those she holds dear. A curse and a gift, if you ask me."

I tuck it under the thin mattress not good enough but it’s all I have The moonlight through the window spills long and silver across the floor it hits the edge of the bed, the corner of the wall and then something strange— for just a second I swear the shadow it casts doesn’t match the shape of the window It moves just a little like it’s breathing I blink and it’s gone only stillness left The torches outside pop softly and I lie there staring at the ceiling until the first thin light of dawn crawls into the room The words repeat over and over burning through my skull like fire etched in bone Do not trust the moon’s shadow.

"The Guardians are going to try to round up some Strigoi to either bring here or to collect blood from. They left not too long ago. They should be back in a couple hours." She grumbled incoherently as her stomach released a terrifyingly loud growl. My eyes widened and looked at her stomach. "How in the world did your stomach just produce that noise?" I asked astounded. "I told you I'm hungry, and I'm starting to feel it." She said annoyed. "Are you sleepy?" I asked worriedly. "A little. It's starting to become harder to control my wolf. The full moon is tonight. If I don't get blood before the moon rises completely, I won't be able to control the Shift." She said looking up at me. Her eyes w

He continued. "Why would you do that?" You asked again. "Because tonight's a full moon, it was either leave you out there to turn or bring you in here and be with you to make sure you're safe." Nate looked a little shy. "Oh, hum, thanks." You whispered. "Don't mention it, do you want to camp out here or go home?" Nate asked, he was fully prepared to camp out with you. "I'd like to stay here with you." You smile, moving closer to him.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

"By the Moon Goddess, I, Ella, refuse you, Warren, as my fated mate." "By the Moon Goddess, I, Warren, refuse you, Ella, as my fated mate." The instant the last word fell, the still surface of the Moonlight Spring erupted into a violent boil, silver-white water surging up into the air. Then the level began to drop, fast enough to watch with the naked eye, the dull grey stones of the basin rising bare into the moonlight. The spring was drying up. Alpha Kane's face changed. "This is impossible," he cried.