Tsukimichi Moonlit Fantasy Novels & Stories

Tsuki Miki had bite marks on her neck, nipples, finger marks on her thighs, waist and groin. Tsuki Miki gasped at Kurayami's strong hands on him, grabbing and kissing, then, as he watched... the new god caressing him, feeling his hole twitch and throb, and his fingers in his wet hole. - Do you have any questions, my Moon ...? - Questioned Kurayami. Tsuki Miki blushed and finally asked. - Where are these dying planets? – Tsuki Miki asked looking towards the new god. - I knew you paid attention. - Said Kurayami, giving a kiss on her lips.

Trophies from my wins. In the middle of the room stood a basin filled with silver liquid not water, but pure moonlight, captured and preserved through ancient magic. I waved my hand over it, and pictures formed on its surface. Sienna, covered in golden flames shaped like wings. Zeke, being pulled through the Shadow River to its unknown location. Kieran, weakened by silver poison but still looking. Ronan, the Phantom Wolf, stood protectively at Sienna's side. Caius, studying a map with his advisors, plotting his way to godhood. Darius, running through the forest, doubts starting to cloud his mind.

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

In the Silvermoon Kingdom, midnight unveils a realm of mystical beauty and wonder. The sky is painted with hues of indigo and silver, as if the moon's gentle light has infused the darkness with a soft, ethereal glow. The stars twinkle like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming night flowers. A soft, silvery mist rises from the ground, casting an enchanting spell over the land. In this mystical hour, the veil between worlds grows whisper-thin, and the secrets of the unknown are at their loudest. Midnight in the Silvermoon Kingdom is a time of awe, mystery, and ancient lore, whispering secrets to those who dare to listen.

An answer. He never turned the TV on. Music rarely played. His world was silence and breath and stillness. I fit into it too easily. But something in me itched. My limbs ached at the full moon. My bones felt too tight. My mind buzzed with the sense that I wasn’t meant to stay like this. Something was missing. ** On the third night, I dreamed. Or remembered. I stood beneath a dark sky, split by a glowing red scar. Around me, pillars twisted with runes pulsed. In my hand - not a paw - a blade made of bone and flame.

I yell, putting myself between the werebears and Nyx. “On it,” my mate says, her arms shining with enchantment as a shield of white light starts to materialize between the final of the Blood Moon pack and the oncoming aggressors. The pack is gigantic, and it’s going to take a parcel to keep it up, but she’s up to the errand, sending a divider of enchantment shooting into the sky indeed as she flies nearby me. “Will that thing hold?” Father inquires, sounding skeptical. “It better,” Nyx says, her assurance obvious.

I lifted it out with both hands, the weight felt heavier than it should have. We carried it back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other. I opened the cover. The pages smelled of old paper and faint herbs. Handwritten script filled the first leaf, elegant loops and sharp angles. My mother’s handwriting. Rowan leaned closer as I turned the pages slowly. The Codex Lunaris. Identification: The Moon Witch bears the mark of three crescents on the inside of her left wrist, visible only under full moonlight. Her eyes flash silver-white when power rises unchecked. Her blood hums with silver light when cut.

[An Official Medical Statement Regarding the Mental Health of Luna Clara of the Silver Moon Pack] "Following a diagnosis by a team of professional healers, my Luna, Clara, has been found to be suffering from a severe psychological condition known as 'Lunar Hysteria,' resulting from her trauma three years ago. The main symptoms include persecutory delusions, memory fabrication, and misattributing the achievements of others as her own. Clara is currently receiving professional treatment, and I hope everyone can show understanding and compassion for a patient's behavior. Regarding the dispute over the rune design, I can confirm it is Alpha Selene's original work. To prove this, I am now releasi

As she stepped through the grand archway, the scent of aged wood and polished stone enveloped her, mingling with the faint aroma of something sweet wafting from the nearby courtyard. Inside, the hallways were bustling with students—vampires with their pale skin and sharp features, werewolves with their confident strides, and witches adorned in flowing robes, their laughter echoing off the walls. Charlie felt a pang of anxiety as she observed the groups forming, each one a tight-knit circle of friends. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, reminding herself that this was her chance to start anew. “Hey! You must be the new girl!” A voice broke through her thoughts, and Charlie turn

The night sky was aglow with the bright pale crescent moon rising from the east shone like a silvery claw in the dark. The maiden looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and the sound of crickets hums in the air. Sitting on the balcony of her room under the ablazing stars, embedded in the serene night sky, Sumire sat on the rocking chair. The maiden seems lost into the infiniteness of the black beauty, gazing at the constellation of Orion and scorpion painting the serene night. The gentle touch of the breeze kisses her rosy cheek and skin. She imagined herself as the moon and the twinkling stars were her and Mort's babies.