Moonlit Fantasy Web Novel Novels & Stories

Not that I really care, but I am slightly curious. “Selene, of course. The Moon Goddess has it all planned out” Lunaya answered instantly. My anger spiked at hearing the name, the name I had to hear over and over again as I was being tortured. The name of the mystic being responsible for my creation. The fucking Moon Goddess. I curled my lip back and snarled. “You’re fucking nuts, you know that right? I’m not part of this weird ass fantasy you have cooked up in that coo-coo mind of yours” I spat,

Help me survive this place and rescue my mom. When I opened my eyes, the bright light of the moon streamed onto my bed from the skylight. That's wrong. It's the waning phase right now. I sat up, confused. There was someone next to my bed, I sensed. Moonlight reflected off of them so brightly it was hard to look at them directly. The person leaned closer, and I realized that they weren't reflecting moonlight; they were made of moonlight. The beautiful woman gave me a benevolent smile. Her long hair floated dreamily through the air as though we were underwater. A crown of stars ringed her brow.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Outside, somewhere beyond the Rift, the first faint tremor of the Blood Moon stirred and its light beginning to rise, red and ancient, over a world that had no idea what was coming. And I, the Star reborn, would have to face it and bound by fire, by love, by destiny. But not alone. Never alone.

“We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…” The Oracle regarded them with a knowing look, as if she could see straight into their minds. “Ah, I see.”, she said softly. “Yes, I have sensed the stirrings of destiny surrounding your daughter. There is indeed a connection between her and the Moonlit pack, a bond that transcends time and space.” Elio and Leonora exchanged stunned glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “But… what does it mean?”, Elio asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

Maria’s small voice trembled, fragile as a dying leaf in the wind. The others stirred at the sound, their tiny arms reaching for me with the last dregs of their strength. I dropped to my knees in the center of the desecrated ritual circle, the cold stone biting through my jeans. Moonlight filtered through the cracked ceiling above, bathing us in its silver glow. The moment I opened myself to it, the light softened, warming like a living embrace. It wrapped around us all, a protective cocoon of lunar magic that pushed back the lingering shadows of dark sorcery still clinging to the air.

A light split through the storm, brighter than the blood moon, purer than any spell cast by the gods. It descended—slowly, steadily—until it found Ava, suspended in the air like a breath between worlds. She didn’t move. Her eyes were shut, her arms loose by her sides. But the wind around her had stilled, as if the mountain itself dared not breathe. Then it began. From her back, two currents of energy burst—one of burning silver, the other deep crimson. They twisted and wove into each other, creating a spiral of twin flames that rose into the heavens. Her skin shimmered, turning pale gold beneath the silver moonlight.

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.