The Moon Over The Ruined Castle Novels & Stories

The moon shone brightly on the city, and the stars looked like particles of diamonds sprinkled across the night sky. The city was a mess, with broken-down buildings and dirt in every corner. Beggars lay around on the streets, and the sound of crying and yelling could be heard from every corner. The city had lost the beauty and perfection it once had, to the point that nothing at all looked familiar to Mary. She finally made it to the monarch’s castle after a long run. The castle was a tall, cylindrical building made of nothing but unbreakable, tinted glass. The bottom of the building was surrounded by a beautiful garden, and maids and soldiers were positioned at different positions around th

My dignity was still intact. This was the time everyone was waiting for. The Red Moon festival. Each corner of the castle was polished to a clean sheen with elegant tapestries. An ivory and gold candelabrum held glimmering white candles that hung from each wall on their golden pegs. The walls, floor, and ceiling were lit with a warm glow, like stepping into glistening crystal. “Stay with me, okay?” Noah reminded me as we ambled into the sea of lycans.

His ankle crosses over his knee and he leans back, assuming a pose of boredom and nonchalance that is near perfect. Moonlight spills in, enhanced by the chandelier that captures its light and multiplies it, and my attention is lured up, to the roof. My breath seizes. The moon is a stunning blue, it’s ethereal light cascading like a sapphire veil over the glass roof of the castle. It’s beautiful and something in me twists with excitement. I suddenly want to run and feel that light on my skin. The light flares and my lips part in pleasant surprise, fingers twitching to reach that light. My skin feels too hot and I want—need to get out of my clothes and…run.

The stone showed a carving that depicted a crescent moon symbol. "This is it," I said, my voice echoing in the dead silence. "The entrance to the Royal Archives." Dante stood beside me while he extended his heavy silver combat knife. "Are you sure about this?" I took the knife. "My mother told me stories when I was little. The real power of Moonfall exists in the hidden below the castle. The castle exists in the dark space which only the blood of the Queen can access." I took a deep breath. I pressed the sharp edge of the silver knife to the palm of my left hand and sliced.

The sky was cloudy but the light from the moon remained the light that illuminated my path. I surveyed the castle as I walked. I noticed that the part where the castle stood was dark. The upper part of the castle was cloudy and I noticed smoke in my path. Far away I noticed the lights at the palace gate. As I walked closer to it suddenly thundered loudly and blew. With the force of the wind, the lights from the large lamps attached to the gate gradually fade. The lights went out forever but the sky did not darken forever. The light from the moon still remained even though it was cloudy in the part where the big castle stood.

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

The moon hung high over the castle, its silver light cutting through the shadows that clung to every corner of the fortress. Hazel walked the quiet halls alone, her boots muffled against the stone floors. Though the battle had ended, a lingering unease clung to her. Victory, she knew, was never absolute. Darkness had a way of hiding, waiting for the moment to strike again.

Like what they’ve done with life. The rusty moon fits this year: the world’s and Helen's own. Her very personal one that she wouldn't even tell the diary about, because writing about it would be too painful. For the world it isn't over yet: the year of longing in which the moon began to rust. For Helen it will be soon enough. In three steps, beneath a rusty moon, in a rigid time, and someday it will hopefully be hollowed out by water, so the world can move again.

Looking around the room I noted the high ceiling and shot my last orb towards the ceiling hoping that it would make a big enough opening that the moon beams would slip in. Thankfully it hit just right as the ceiling began to fall in the great hall as light from the moon beamed in through it. Moving quickly towards the beam of moon light I looked up at it and siphoned every bit I could as I watched the Moon Witch stir more as the mist creature fed her life.