Moonlit Breeze Novels & Stories

The ring of the phone brought Grace out of her thoughts. She looked at the phone and picked it up. There was Skyrim on the other side. "Hello, Grace." There was a lot of noise on his side and she could not hear him properly. "I won't be able to come home tonight. There is a sudden storm." "W h a t...?" She was not sure what he was talking about when suddenly she heard thunder outside. "Is the maid with you?" Skyrim asked her who walked towards the window and looked around. A storm was approaching.

he whispers. I close my eyes, feeling their heartbeats thrumming in perfect unison with mine. The air outside stirs, and through the open window, moonlight floods the room. For a fleeting instant, I swear the Mother Tree glows in the distance — her branches swaying in silent approval. Five souls. One bond. One crescent moon beneath her light.

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

Fate must be a cruel mistress. The wind whispered through the tall grasses, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp earth. Beneath a canopy of ancient oaks, I sat motionless, my gaze fixed on the intricate network of branches overhead. Sunlight, filtering through the leaves, dappled my face in an ethereal glow, casting shifting patterns that seemed to mirror the turmoil within me.

But tonight, I felt like something had shifted, like the night itself was holding its breath. I pulled my coat tighter and glanced up at the full moon, glowing brightly against the black sky. The town seemed different under its light, casting long shadows across the narrow streets, making the familiar feel foreign. I couldn’t shake the unease curling in my stomach, the way my heart seemed to race even though nothing was happening.

The room was suffused with the faint aroma of nighttime, a subtle symphony of scents mingling harmoniously in the air, enhancing the surreal quality of the atmosphere. Despite the gentle caress of the breeze whispering through the open windows, my husband Colten remained unmoved, making no attempt to shield us from the soft glow of the moonlight. Its silvery beams cascaded into the room, casting elongated shadows that danced across the floor, imbuing the space with an otherworldly allure that seemed to defy the constraints of time. The ethereal illumination bathed us in its tranquil glow, creating an enchanting backdrop for the tender moments shared between us.

“I can’t wait to get started. Do you have any details about the event?” Natalie nodded, reaching for a file on her desk. “I do indeed. The event will take place in the heart of the Moonlit community, in a rustic barn that has been transformed into a charming event space. The ceremony itself will be held under the light of the full moon, a nod to the community’s reverence for nature and the cycles of the moon.”

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

This was only the beginning of their forever. The soft rustle of the ocean breeze mingled with the gentle hum of night insects outside the open balcony. Moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a silvery glow across the honeymoon suite, bathing everything in a dreamlike light. The scent of fresh jasmine from the garden drifted in, making the air feel sweet and alive.

* Zeina * The moon hung low and watchful above the tree line, its pale light casting soft, silver shadows across the ancient stone walls of the Alpha House. The wind whispered through the cracked-open window, carrying the faint scent of pine and the ghost of winter. It stirred the sheer curtains like breathless spirits, floating and fading with each flicker of air.