The Moon Was A Ghostly Galleon Novels & Stories

Gabriel stands alone on the deck, gripping the railing as he gazes at the moon hanging high above, a ghostly orb casting silvery light across the water. The stillness of the night envelops him, but the calm façade fails to mask the storm within—a tempest of memories and guilt that rages against the walls of his heart. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his grip, trying to anchor himself against the onslaught of haunting recollections.

he confessed as his fingers gently traced my face, revealing his innermost feelings. By now, it was late in the evening, and the moon was high in the blue-gray sky. The cool moonlight seeped through the window into the room. The gentle summer night breeze rustled the sheer curtains. Shadows danced on the walls and floor, like little forest spirits. Norton lowered his head and inched closer to my lips. Just as our kiss was about to land, Lola's voice suddenly echoed from outside the door. "Daddy! Mommy! What are you doing in there?"

The fate of his kind rested on his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenges ahead with unwavering resolve. The moonlight bathes the grave in a serene glow, casting long, silvery shadows that seem to dance with ethereal grace. Alpha Galan knew that the moon itself would be his silent companion on this treacherous journey, guiding him through the darkest of nights and illuminating the path to victory.

The moon had always been by his side. Every lonely night when he slept, moonlight had always bathed him, illuminating his battle-scarred tin body until it gleamed brilliantly. Even when clouds blocked the sky, moonlight always found a way to reach him. Throughout his endless chase and his desperate desire to pluck the moon, it had been with him all along. He had been blessed by moonlight from the very beginning. But he'd realized it too late. As Reddy sank into the deep sea, in the moment before darkness consumed him, the moon's reflection on the surface suddenly took the shape of a woman. Her face was blurred, but her hair was adorned with lemon blossoms.

The river flowed towards the sea, tall trees stood on the side and the moon was hanging up in the sky. "This is a nice place," she took a sip from the bottle. "And the moon is beautiful. I don't think I've ever looked at the moon this closely before. Those dark spots are the craters in the moon, did you know?" "No, that's Jack and Jill who went up there to fetch a pail of water... See, they splashed the water though," he pointed and Jacques Laughed. "It looks that way, isn't it?" "I am glad you like this place, Jerlina," he kissed her forehead.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

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.

She haunts him even in his dreams, and Kallias wondered if she’s now a ghost. When he looked up, the full moon had been fractured into two. “Kal, look! It’s a broken moon!” His childhood bestfriend’s distorted voice exclaimed. Kal’s eyes widened. This...this is no longer a dream or a nightmare. This is now an omen. A vision, perhaps. His bestfriend gasped and the cottage that they built together burst into blood-red flames. She shrieked. Kallias also found himself shrieking, but no voice came out of his lips.

It was more precise to say her body was exposed and affected by the crisp chill in the air, to the point that goosebumps were appearing on her skin. Why was she feeling cold? It was a sensation she had not encountered for a long time, she nearly forgot how it felt. Fascinating. And looking up, that dim light partially covered by clouds indeed looked like moonlight, nothing like the cheap illumination emitted by the soul pearls in her dwelling. Since when did they put a moon up there? It seemed to be a normal moon too, not the enormous twin moons that the old ghost favor. Neither was it the blood moons the demonkin loved. Was there a special occasion?

Gunner didn’t respond, he just stared at me wide eyed. “Gunner?” I whispered, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry, say that again” he mumbled with a shake of his head. I took a deep breath and smiled, “I passed out, yes? Well, that happened because the Moon Goddess, Selene, called me to her home” “The Ethereal Plane?” Gunner cut in,