Twilight Moonlight Novels & Stories

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

The glow brightened. Then suddenly— Another faint light appeared beside it. A softer glow. Pale blue. Luna’s eyes snapped open. “What was that?” Mira smiled. “The Moon of Tides.” Luna stared at the glowing energy in her hand. “I can use other moons too?” “Not all of them,” Mira explained. “But some may answer your call.” Kael and Aeron watched from the hill below. Aeron whispered. “That’s new.” Kael nodded slowly. “And powerful.”

And then I smelled it. A scent so perfect, so right, it made my knees weak. Pine and snow and something wild. Something that called to every part of me. Mate. "No," Thorne whispered, but he didn't sound upset. He sounded awed. "It can't be—" "The full moon," Raven's voice came from somewhere behind us. She sounded shocked. "Look at the sky." I looked up. The full moon hung directly overhead, bigger and brighter than I'd ever seen it. And as I watched, it seemed to glow and beat slowly in a magical way, with the silver light connecting me to Thorne.

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

he warns, annoyed, before marching straight back into the house, leaving me standing outside, barely controlling my laughter. The next four weeks flew past, time slipping fast like a hand full of sand, falling through my fingers. "But I'm already really starting to show," I say out loud as I watched as Taliya move the ultrasound machine across my stomach. "Werewolf babies develop much more rapidly than human babies, Luna," Taliya informs, "but you're a slightly different exception, especially since you a hybrid of both werewolf and witch." I turn to look at Aiden, who was sat still beside me, his eyes entranced, fixed only on the screen, watching the ultrasound carefully.

Mom's nails drew crescent moons in her palms. The scene burned behind her eyelids: Emma signing the transfer documents, shoving Jim into Fiona's arms... then disappearing into thin air. Then she totally disappeared. Their little she-wolf never stayed out overnight before. Never let a call go unanswered. No, their Emma must meet some problems. Panic clawed up mom’s throat as her wolf whimpered in her chest—a primal dread she couldn’t outrun. Kane’s forehead glistened with sweat, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

I held him, and the throbbing discomfort between my legs faded. He slowly opened his eyes. "Zara, my love." The Moon, once obscured by the Earth's shadow, begins to emerge, casting a soft, silvery glow that bathes our naked bodies in an otherworldly light. The air feels crisp and refreshing against my skin, carrying a faint, mystical fragrance of pine needles and Earth, intensified by the lunar spell.

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

Lunara’s body flickered, dissolving into threads of silver. The Heart melted into a spiral of radiant pulses. Even Nareth’s flame became transparent, burning without consuming. For one infinite moment, all three were one with the Blood Moon. They felt its loneliness. Its hunger. It's an endless desire to be whole again. And through them, the Blood Moon felt love—for the first time. --- The Dawn Beyond Dawn When the light faded, they stood once more in the void. The Blood Moon no longer glowed crimson. It shimmered instead with soft gold—its rage calmed, its pulse gentle.