Moonlit Black Cats Novels & Stories

​"A woman in red... she’s standing over a bowl of bone. She’s calling the Great Devourer. She says if she can’t have the crown, the Silver Moon will never see the sun again." ​I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. Isabella. ​"The Black Moon," Liam whispered, his face turning pale. "It’s an old legend. A ritual of total eclipse that can only be triggered by the blood of a royal female and the High Priest’s grimoire. It’s supposed to strip every wolf in the territory of their shift, leaving us human and defenseless." ​"She’s going to nullify the pack," I said, the medical part of my brain racing. "If we can’t shift, the neighboring packs she’s allied with can walk right in

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

The yellow lights glowed softly beneath the chandelier while dishes covered the table. Monalisa was in the fountain garden with the black cat curled comfortably in her lap as she absentmindedly stroked its soft fur. She wondered how Margaret was doing or if she ever cared to look for her.This cat, it was stubborn and quiet, but she didn’t mind. At least she didn’t feel alone again. But what if it was a witch? She remembered how Africans mostly attributed black cats to evil witches and shapeshifters. But this cat was dear to her, regardless.

“A coven of witches known as the Dark Sisters. They don't play by the rules and specialize in black magic. They are dangerous and cunning. Usually, they work for people who pay them enough to hurt others. They are a menace, to say the least” “Did Mira have any encounters with them?” “A lot of times but they were no match for her” I nodded thoughtfully. I looked up, my eyes drawn to the night sky outside the library windows. My breath caught. The moon was pitch black. I have never seen anything like it. “What in the world is that?” Freya noticed. “It's a black moon. It signifies bad omen. It only appears when something bad is about to happen” I felt a knot in my stomach. Freya continued the t

But he still notices when they are directly under the light of the lantern. “Wait… You seem to have smeared mascara, right here,” he touches her cheek, rubbing the moisture between his fingers in surprise. What happened, Kitty? Why are you crying? - So ... Nonsense, do not pay attention, - she waves off. It's all full moon. All werewolves are unstable at this time. Such a beautiful bridge… Shall we go there?

His eyes were still wide with fear and shock. “Where did you bring them?” Amelia asked while maintaining distance from the cubs. Ivan laughed and hugged one cub to his chest. “They were born here,” Ivan answered. “Their parents live here,” Ivana chuckled. She added, “They Don't hurt,” Ivan shook his head. “Which type of animal this is?” Elliot was still in shock. “Black Panther,” Ivan retorted as if he only knew about this animal. Meanwhile, the cubs’s mother entered the room and stood behind Elliot. Amelia’s eyes widened seeing the big Black cat behind Elliot. She gasped, “Ell…look back.” Her tone was stammering.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest. The air was thick with anticipation as the pack gathered in the clearing, their breath misting in the cool night air. Kate stood at the center, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at Elias, who stood beside her, his expression determined and resolute. The council had spent days planning their next move. Marcus and his rogues posed a significant threat, and they couldn't afford to wait any longer. The time for action had come. Tonight, they would confront Marcus and put an end to his reign of terror.