White Moonlight Novels & Stories

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

We move as one toward the edge of the Hollow, toward the field where the veil thinned under the last full moon. Where we showed her what remained of our world beyond. The stars blaze above, casting a bright light against the obsidian sky. The Milk Moon hasn’t reached its peak yet, but it’s close. High and full, it bleeds a silver-white glow over the trees, lighting the path ahead.

Let the idea root. Then something shifted. Cold. Ancient. It brushed across my senses. Not the warm thread tying me to Kael. Something older. Higher. I lifted my eyes. Daylight stretched wide and clear. And yet... The Moon hung there. Visible. Pale. Wrong. A murmur spread. “That… should not be possible.” The light dimmed, not like a cloud passing… …but like something enormous blinked. Once. Twice. The Moon flickered. Every wolf felt it.

Various shades of red, blue, yellow, and everything in between danced in the air, as if actually being carried on the wind. “I don’t understand,” I said, trying to take it all in. Above me, a beautiful full moon hung in the sky. It was as white as snow and casted its light downwards to bathe the land in an ethereal glow. I looked at my arms which were also bathed in the white moonlight. It was the most magical thing I had ever seen.

Frozen. The sunlight was getting brighter. Not gradually—noticeably. The shadows on my wall were shrinking. I squinted at the window. The sky outside was not blue. It was white. A pure, flat, featureless white, like a sheet of paper stretched across the world. I got up and walked to the window. The street below was empty. No cars. No people. No birds. The trees stood perfectly still, their leaves glowing as if lit from within. The light had no source. It was just there. Everywhere.

Just movement and night and the perfect synchronicity of two bodies moving as one through darkness. Moonlight spills across the valley as we race along its winding roads, illuminating the landscape in silver and shadow. The ward shimmers at the edges of my vision, a translucent dome enclosing this hidden world. Within its boundaries, ancient trees reach skyward, their leaves whispering secrets as we pass. Fields of knee-high grass ripple like water, parting and reforming in our wake. Stone formations rise from the earth, their rune-carved surfaces catching moonlight in patterns that shift and dance as our perspective changes.

Waiting. Above the broken tree line, the moon had risen. Bone-white and too full, hanging low and wide in the ash-colored sky. The Bone Moon. It glared through twisted branches like an eye that had seen too much, then stopped judging. Cold. Eternal. Familiar. Its light caught the ragged edges of the ridge and silvered them. The stones around us cast no shadows, like even they were afraid to interrupt the stillness. Smoke curled from the remains of the fire, thin and pale as old ghosts.

Luke whispered, more to himself than anyone else, before leading the herd back to their base under the waning moonlight. *** That night, the full moon shone softly, illuminating every corner of Luke's room quietly. The atmosphere in the room was quiet, yet there was a heavy silence in the air. Luke sat on the window ledge, looking out with thoughtful eyes. The moonlight bounced off the wooden floor beneath him, as if reflecting the feelings he held in his heart-a mixture of serenity and emptiness.

But as I stared at Rhys, pleading with the silent force of my entire being for the dissolution of the bond, the heavy gray clouds directly above the execution post suddenly tore open. A bright, ethereal light poured through the gap. The Moon. It was barely mid-morning. The Moon should have been invisible. Instead, it was intense, powerful, and stark white. The light was cold, intense, and focused solely on me, bathing the entire execution ground in a strange, otherworldly glow.

"So, moonlight isn't just sunlight bouncing off the moon; it's like a transformed version of sunlight, carrying a different energy?" "Exactly!" She nodded, pleased with my understanding. "It's like the moon's own version of sunlight, altered and imbued with a unique essence as it journeys through space and time before reaching us here on Earth. That's what makes harvesting moonlight so intriguing—it's tapping into this distinct energy source, harnessing its qualities for various purposes. It's almost like the blue fires used by certain creatures, but not quite similar."