Soul Of Moonlight Novels & Stories

"I am Xavier, a mutant vampire. Every week my dad give me one virgin girl so I stay here happy. Because this time it were two so I am not getting another one until next week. I have to save you. More important only this chain can stop me and when the moon has no light I am strongest and cruelest, I can kill the whole world that time. So make sure you die before it." He sipped on the glass of blood in his hand. He had a teasing smile trying to scare her. This was his only entertainment, scarring little girls but in reality, he has a very soft heart.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

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.

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.

Then, Laurie lit a candle and closed her eyes. "Spirit of Moon, guide my vision. Help me see the way you see Oh Moon Goddess, guide my soul Let your light shine through me." Lottie watched as the winds picked up and the moon shone with an ethereal light. Laurie opened her eyes, which were pure black, as she stared at the candle. Shadows swirled around Laurie as she picked up Greta and gave her a kiss. It struggled in her embrace only for a moment before going still. The flame suddenly went white, almost see-through.

“Under the light of the Moon Goddess, on behalf of the Elders of Crescent Moon Pack, I name you Luna.” The moonlight surged. Silver light poured down, enveloping me completely—warm, heavy, undeniable. It pressed into my skin and sank deep, settling into bone and soul alike. The clearing pulsed in response, ancient magic awakening as the Moon Goddess herself sealed the bond. I stood there, glowing, grounded, claimed—no longer just becoming. I was Luna.

I paused. “This also explains why patients are at their worst around the new moon. That is when the body’s rhythm fluctuates the most violently and the disconnect is hardest on the tissue.” I looked out at the room. “Lunar lung syndrome is not an external attack on the body. It is the body losing its connection with the moon entirely.” I turned back to the board and began writing. “The core of Moonlight’s drug development is to use natural medicinal compounds to suppress that disconnection while simultaneously repairing the lung tissue that has already been damaged. Four herbs. Specific ratios.”

'What does that mean? 'There is an old record at Silvermoon, from before the current line of Lunas. I saw it once, and I have not seen it since. It speaks of a Silvermoon Luna from long ago who wielded a power called Moonfire. The power was the wolf's soul and the Moon Goddess's strength bound together. The passage says Moonfire could call silver-blue flames that would not burn the one who held them, but would consume shadows and break curses. Those flames could sweep across a battlefield without touching the living. It was rare and used to push back dark forces. When it awoke in the Luna for the first time, the awakening was too much for her wolf and put her into a coma. A fever coma. It di

Such was the tale of Luka and Light, two souls entwined by destiny and fueled by a love that burned brighter than the stars themselves. Luka stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the moonlit horizon. The silver beams of moonlight painted a melancholic glow across his features, emphasizing the weariness etched into his eyes. Memories of his love for Light flooded his mind like an unstoppable tide, carrying him back to a time when their hearts beat as one.

“..the little-known truth is that Selene’s mother Yaava, Nepenthern’s wife, foresaw Malleteagan’s birth and loss of his soul due to the Moonlight curse cast by Lartellan on the day Malleteagan was born. Lartellan cursed him. Lartellan was furious, to say the least when he discovered that Selene had fallen pregnant with Endymion as Nepenthern had promised him his daughter Selene. To save Malleteagan from the full-blown effects of the Moonlight curse, Yaava and Selene turned for help to me, asking me to infect Malleteagan with the venom and rage of Kerberos. They thought creating a beast, a wolf with a separate soul and consciousness within Malleteagan’s body, would guard him against complete