Moonlight Readings Novels & Stories

Their fragrant essence was blending with the cold night breeze and it was a breath of relief even just for a bit. Aside from those aesthetic flowers is also the majestic full phase of the moon beside the veil-like layer of cirrostratus clouds, sneaking a look from them under. Always, she's too breathtaking; especially when she's full and so bright. Blythe adores the breathtaking Luna so much because of the strings that are somehow making her feel connected with it. Well, since her childhood Luna used to be there whenever there was an episode of misfortune in her life... just as right now.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

“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.

Armed with the ancient wisdom of the werewolves and fueled by the love that bound her to Adam, she would navigate the intricacies of this new world, forever striving to make it a better place for all. The moon cast its silvery glow upon the sprawling landscape of Silverhood, bathing everything in an ethereal light. Emily stood atop a hill, her hair gently rustling in the cool night breeze. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the forest and feeling the energy of the werewolf community pulsating through the air.

I explain. “OK, so what do we do about this?” Axel asks, looking between me and my silent mate. “My mother used to say there was an acceptance that needs to be made under the full moon,” I add. “A bonding ceremony where marks are exchanged. I don’t know what she meant about marks being exchanged. I thought they would just appear when first contact happened.” “There is no way we are mates,” Thyra interjects. “I am not part of the prophecy. There is too much I still have to do before I will settle down as some male’s broodmare.”

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Mia stirred inside me. ‘Do you feel that?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I answered. Derek’s gaze flicked toward me and he narrowed his eyes. “What is it?” he asked. I hesitated because I didn’t know how to explain it. “Nothing,” I said after a moment. “Just a bit uneasy.” His gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary but he didn’t push. Meanwhile Amanda just watched me quietly. Then she spoke again, drawing the attention back. “These rituals are often tied to the moon,” she said. “Peaks and lows. Full moon. New moon. That is when the veil is thinnest, when power is most accessible.”

I don't care if you both are destined to be together, you won't have anything to do with her, " the woman said, leaving the room. "I am Finn Nightshade, Alpha of Moonfield Pack. '' my handsome saviour introduced himself, stretching out his hands for a handshake. I was certain that I knew about this Pack, it was rumoured to be the most powerful and peaceful pack. "I am Elara Anderson, " I said. "Of which pack?" I heard Finn ask. "I am from the Shadowfang pack, " I said. "So you have a pack but why do you smell like a rogue? " he asked.