Moonlight Readings Novels & Stories

I stare at it for a moment before showing Lucien. He reads it and smiles, the real smile, the one that changes his whole face. “All three,” I say. I text back: Bring the one with the best cover first. Three seconds later, Théo sends a photograph. A dark blue notebook embossed with a silver moon. I stare at the image. “The moon,” I say softly. Lucien sees it over my shoulder. “Yes.” “We started under a full moon,” I murmur. “Coronation night. Your headlights on that road.”

The Blood Moon rose at midnight. I stood on the balcony of the palace, watching the crimson light spread across the Moon Kingdom. The towers gleamed. The streets were empty, the people huddled in their homes, praying for deliverance. The air was thick with tension, with fear, with the weight of what was coming. The sky above was black, the stars hidden behind clouds of shadow. Only the Blood Moon remained, its crimson light pulsing with ancient power. The mark on my chest throbbed in rhythm with its light, a constant reminder of the bond that could never be broken.

Chapter 42; Human Realm When Megan was 1 year and 6 months into the pregnancy, KuLaa made her go through a ritual where she spent every full moon sleeping in a circle drawn on the deck or by the stern of the ship, depending on which side the moon was hanging. This ritual was to help her balance out her strength since she had stopped absorbing external essences. This ritual went on until the day Megan went into labor. Fortunately for her, it was on a full moon. KuLaa was so happy. According to her, it was a sign that the Moon mother favored Megan and her cubs.

’ Suddenly, the muffled sound of a door being violently thrown open echoed through the line. Kaelen’s heart forcefully skipped a beat, his hands tightening instinctively around the steering wheel. “Matt! What on earth happened over there? Answer me!” However, the one who responded to him was not Matt. “Where are you?” Hearing Scarlett’s voice, Kaelen’s face shifted drastically. “What’s wrong?” After a momentary stillness, Scarlett spoke, her words cutting through the air with agonizing slowness. “Your Luna, Iris, and the pup in her womb are both dead.”

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

“Well, it’s a quest. That’s for sure. Also, the workmen might be in danger from something. Shadow creatures. We’ll start looking for this disc. If we find it, we know for sure this is real. Then we can search for the grimoire. Maybe I can fane some interest in the occult and bug the professor about seeing some books. If he, has it, we might cut the search short. But he might try to withhold it. Think about losing information like that. Even if he doesn’t believe in magic, he might hide it for the historical value.” “Just like this diary. So how do we read this without the moon?” “We can try a sunlamp reflected through a mirror. Or wait for a moonlit night? Either should do it.” Becky smiled.

I lifted it out with both hands, the weight felt heavier than it should have. We carried it back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other. I opened the cover. The pages smelled of old paper and faint herbs. Handwritten script filled the first leaf, elegant loops and sharp angles. My mother’s handwriting. Rowan leaned closer as I turned the pages slowly. The Codex Lunaris. Identification: The Moon Witch bears the mark of three crescents on the inside of her left wrist, visible only under full moonlight. Her eyes flash silver-white when power rises unchecked. Her blood hums with silver light when cut.

“Relax, Luna. When the moon reaches its peak, your struggles will cease. Your precious blood will be mine, and your fate will be sealed.” Lara let out a desperate sob, her chest heaving as her gaze locked onto the moon, its pale light growing colder and more sinister with each passing moment. It was almost there—almost at its zenith, where the power Thana sought would be at its fullest. The chains binding Lara seemed to tighten, their cursed weight pressing down on her wrists and soul, as if they too were reacting to the moon's approach. The strange light made her skin look pale and cold, and she felt like something scary was getting closer.