Poem Moonlight Novels & Stories

My soul, like morning mist, grew translucent beneath the moonlight. I cast one last glance at Ryan. He was still weeping. Edgar's eyes were red with tears. He stared at the moon for a long time. I, too, lifted my gaze to that gentle yet merciless light in the night sky. 'Moon Goddess, is this the end?' Fine. At last, I was free. In the final fading moment of consciousness, the moonlight wrapped around me like a mother's embrace. Everything dissolved into darkness, stillness, and eternal freedom.

The moon represents love, coldness, and compassion. Watching everything from afar, it holds all the mysteries of the world. Being the oldest guards of the world, it protects humans from the dead and profane creatures that are hiding under the dark with its silvery light. But that day there's no moon and moonlight. It's completely dark in that eerie midnight. The place was weirdly silent and cold, perhaps the air and the trees know what type of merciless act going to happen there. Tides moved slowly in fear and no other creature is awake to witness it.

I can't help but chuckle at her. "Probably because you're small, even for a human." I say pulling her the rest of the way down the trail. We step into a clearing on the edge of a cliff the town sprawling below and the mountain range beyond that is capped in snow. It's late fall and soon everything will be covered in snow soon. I hear her gasp as she takes in the view Infront of us. I pull her out to the edge of the cliff to a fallen tree and I sit on it patting at a spot next to me. "Have a seat."

Leena and I giggled. “All right, do you promise that?” We nodded at what mama said and she continued the story. “Moon noticed Sun’s light disappearance and replaced it with his glow when it was time for them to meet. Moon knew that Sun had an admiration for him and so did he for Sun. Even against his will, Moon forced himself to say what was on his mind. Moon said, “Go and be happy. Our fates are already decided. You give illumination in the day and my glow was cast at night. So, we can never be, Sun. Please, do not ever abandon your light for the sake of my darkness... but you will be forever in my heart. And always remember that I only belonged to you.”

Derek asked from his spot on the wall. "Yes, but fighting off wolfsbane took a lot of energy. The full moon is tomorrow night, and I can feel the Darkness growing. I need to be strong enough to hold it back." Roza replied tightening her hold on me yet again. I could feel her anxiety increase as she mentioned her Darkness. I know she didn't like talking about it with me, but I really needed to do a better job at asking her when it's getting too much for her to handle.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

Under that boundless silver light, in the beautiful moonlight, she looked languid and tempting. It was like... holding a cat in one’s arms. However... Luna glanced outside the window and stretched out her fair and flawless hand. The bright silver light fell on her skin, making the texture of her palm shine brightly. She wanted to grab a ray of moonlight and take it back with her. That way, she would not have to worry as much, right? Unfortunately, the moonlight could never be held, and she still had to face the trivial matters either way.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

The night was alive with something unspoken. The moon hung full and shameless in the sky now, no cloud daring to cross its path, no mist brave enough to blur its light. It poured silver over the city, deliberate and unhurried, but it was strongest here — over the Ashworth estate, in Sophia's apartment — as though the moon itself had chosen a favorite. Her window glass caught the light and transformed it, bending it into something amber, something warm, ancient. The kind of light that didn't just illuminate a room. It awakened it.

Little moon. I froze. It wasn’t Myron. It wasn’t Timothy. It was older. Vast. Gentle in a way that felt unbearably heavy. Moonlight spilled across the floor, pooling at my feet, crawling up my legs like living silver. My breath came shallow as the air thickened, reality thinning at the edges. Images pressed behind my eyes—wolves running under fractured skies, twin stars orbiting a single moon, blood soaking sacred ground. Then—darkness.