Tales By Moonlight Novels & Stories

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.

“Dangerous habit for a maid.” “I’m more than a maid now, remember?” He nodded. “That you are.” She tapped the northern woods. “Have you ever heard of the Moonlight Flower?” Thom frowned. “Fairy tale. Blooms once every ten years, said to reawaken dead nerves. Only grows near rogue territory.” “So it’s real?” He gave her a long look. “Real enough to get you killed.” She traced the route anyway. The next morning, Draven found her asleep at the library desk, the map folded beneath her cheek.

Helen’s POV “Ahh… Tom, I have a lot of fantasies. I promise you, you won’t be able to do any of them,” I confessed, a playful smile tugging at my lips as we walked past the train tracks toward a nearby station. A slow breath escaped me as I lowered myself onto a wooden chair. The warm night breeze swept through my chestnut-brown hair, sending loose strands dancing across my face. I tucked them behind my ear and glanced at Tom.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

The deeper they went, the colder the air became. Dust floated through the narrow beams of light. Rows of towering shelves appeared in the darkness below—filled with scrolls older than kingdoms. Secrets forgotten by the world. If answers about the mysterious moon existed… They would be hidden here. Lyra walked between the towering shelves slowly. Her mark pulsed again. And somewhere deep in the library… something shifted in the shadows. Unseen. Watching. Waiting. The Thirteenth Moon had risen. And its story had only just begun. 🌙

There I was eye-to-eye with death. Suddenly there was a bright light. It erupted behind me, Its brightness was so intense it burned through the darkness. The rogue wolf whimpered and fell back, and there she was—the moon goddess, right in the center of the radiance. I only heard stories of her each time my mom read me a bedtime story. With a wave of her palm, the light turned into a blinding spear of energy that went straight at the rogue wolf. As it struggled to pull it off, the crackling energy exploded and its flesh scattered all over the ground and the trees.

Narrator's pov Full Moon The moon hung high, casting a silvery light over the quiet landscape. The air was thick with the pull of the lunar cycle, a force so powerful that the earth seemed to pulse beneath it. Arianna stood at the window of her room, her fingers firmly brushing the cool glass. Drawn to the moon since childhood, she felt its silent dance across the night sky beckoning to her. The howl of wolves echoed through the valley below, sending a shiver down her spine. The sound was all too familiar, but tonight, it felt sharper, more intense.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

Chapter Fifty-One: Beneath the Red Moon The sky above Greyhowl burned crimson as the full moon rose—a deep, blood-red orb that shimmered with an unnatural glow. It wasn’t just a celestial event. The moon had become a mirror, reflecting something ancient and waiting just beneath the surface of the world. Lilly stood on the western tower balcony, arms wrapped around herself as the chill of prophecy kissed her skin. Her hair whipped in the wind, wild and untamed, a flame against the night sky. Her belly shifted beneath her hands, the twins reacting to the magic in the air.

"Under the fool moon!" In her mind, she could see an image of her holding a book under the full moon. There was Zoren standing beside her, looking up at the ball of light. Her eyes twitched as she realized that the moonlight followed her hands when she moved to open the book and turn the pages. "I need the full moon," she murmured. "I could see it!" "Miss?" "Madam, I think she's not sober." "Miss, hello?" Madam Nilla shook her, and suddenly she was back.