Soul Of Moonlight Novels & Stories

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

I retorted. "Hmph! You're just a coward. I am confident, strong, and brave, yet I'm bound by someone as weak, powerless, and foolish as you. It's truly unfair," she continued to criticize me. "Get away!" I blocked Rose, but I couldn't block the desire permeating the air. I tossed and turned, restless and uneasy. I looked outside the window; the deep blue sky was adorned with drifting clouds, and a full moon hung among the treetops, casting a gentle glow over everything like a thin veil. The chorus of insects filled the night, playing the symphony of nature. A strong desire surged within me. I longed to tread on the muddy ground, to feel the softness of the grass under my feet. I yearned to r

The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore. When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.

Chapter 4 Third POV Solas stood at the center of his chamber, his pale blue eyes fixed on the reflection of the moon in the small pond before him. The water’s surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, the moonlight dancing upon it in an eerie, mesmerizing pattern. This pond was his anchor, his connection to the moon and the source of his power. The open ceiling above it allowed the moon’s light to filter down, enhancing his abilities and giving him strength. He traced patterns in the water with his fingers, feeling the potent energy thrumming beneath his skin.

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

With the knowing looks they passed, Emma knew the Elders knew something and might not be willing to share so easily so she pleaded. "Please, I just want to make sense of it." "There's only one explanation Emma." Eunice, one of the council members answered. "The Moon Goddess. A long time ago, it was prophesied that a human with the soul of a shifter will take on the burdens of the pack and once a while, in the face of extreme danger, she would shift to protect those she holds dear. A curse and a gift, if you ask me."

Images shimmered faintly within the water: two figures—one radiant, one shrouded in dusk—turning about each other like twin stars. Mira began to recite, her voice slipping into the rhythm of ancient ritual. “Before the first howl echoed beneath the moon, there were two lights born of one spark. She was the Moon—gentle, creative, enduring. He was Veylan—the Dusk between day and night, the keeper of instinct and flame. Together they moved the heavens; her calm softened his fire, his passion steadied her fear. But when she shaped mortal life, his love twisted into envy.

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.

Not away. Forward. The power rose from within me, not wild, not chaotic, controlled. Pure. It burst from my palms in a radiant surge, Moonfire Light. Not fire. Not magic. Something deeper. Silver flame, lunar energy, pure essence of the moon itself. It met her attack head-on. Light against dark. The impact shook the ground beneath us. Selene pushed harder, screaming as she poured everything into it. I held my ground. Then pushed back. The light expanded, forcing her step by step—

“You must bind your new self. Bleed it into the earth. If the Moon has chosen you, she must accept you.” Elira took the blade without flinching. She drew it across her palm—clean and precise. The blood that spilled was not red. It shimmered silver. The earth drank it eagerly. And the grove answered. --- A beam of moonlight split the sky—thick, physical, like a pillar descending from the heavens. It struck the circle’s center, sending a wave of heat outward. The Revenants hissed and backed away. Within the light, a figure formed.