White Moonlight Novels & Stories

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate. - Leah's fate was far worse than anyone could have imagined. According to the guards, she had completely lost her mind. When the wolfsbane's toxicity flared, she writhed in the water dungeon while screaming. Her skin became raw and bloody from all the scratching. Her nails fell off. Blood stained the cold cement floor. When I heard the news, I was teaching Katie how to identify different types of flowers. "Mom, what's this flower called?" Katie pointed to a purple blossom curiously.

The moonlight is the space in which we come to know our selves, but in the sun – with the light of day – we come to recognize those to whom we are kin. Looking around, I have to admit – begrudgingly – that Amelia has done a wonderful job. The entire yard is elegantly draped in white, so much so that it almost looks like a little alpine village, covered in snow. Beautiful white orbs hang from the trees; at night, they will be lit as lanterns so that we can all celebrate under their soft glow.

The organization wanted to avoid any stupid thoughts to brew in the children's minds. The crown of light receded back into the depths of the mountains to take its rest. Three moons of violet, crimson, and blue began its reign. The moonbeam fell on the open window, lighting its rays on the two shadows on the bed. And before they knew it, the first day had already ended.

The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore. When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.

Cracks in the Moonlight The world, as Selene knew it, was woven from moonlight and silence. Her domain, the Silverwood stretched vast and eternal, a cathedral of ancient trees draped in shimmering dew. Their branches arched like skeletal fingers, forever clawing toward the perpetually twilight sky. The air itself seemed made of sighs, heavy with the perfume of moss and moonpetal blossoms, a quiet fragrance that clung to skin like memory.

Morning in the White didn’t happen the way it did anywhere else. It didn’t break. It leaked. Thin strips of weak light bled through the skeletal trees, painting everything in washed-out gray. The frost clung stubbornly to the ground, whispering under Kaela’s boots as she sat up in the cold.

The moon hung low in the sky, its soft, lunar glow bathed the landscape in an ethereal light, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the ground. The balcony, where Reyes stood tall and still, vulnerable and exposed, was bathed in a silver radiance that highlighted the contours of his naked form. His silhouette was stark against the moonlit backdrop, a study in contrasts of light and dark. The shadows danced around him, like dark spirits swirling at his feet.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest as Kate and Elias walked side by side. Their footsteps echoed softly through the trees, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The tension that had simmered between them since their journey began had given way to a comfortable silence, a silent understanding that words could not convey.