Novel & Cerita White Moonlight

It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much. Luther frowned slightly, but he did not say anything. Zoey lowered her gaze with obvious disappointment. "William and I won't be going then. Have a wonderful trip, you two." She looked up with a smile and added, "William was so excited about riding the Moonlight Express first-class to the beach that he couldn't sleep all night. When you see the ocean, could you record it for him? Just so he has something to remember." Luther fell silent for a moment. When he glanced over, he met William's expectant eyes. He sighed and reached out to pull me down from the b

The moonlight fell gently across the whitewashed stone walls of Alma and Julian’s coastal villa. The world might have found a breath of peace after the LEXA crisis, but Alma knew better than to trust silence. Silence, after all, was the favorite disguise of secrets. She stood on the rooftop patio, barefoot, in a silk robe the color of midnight, her fingers curled around the edge of a crystal wine glass. The sea stretched out like ink before her, jeweled with moonlight.

Amara's POV The moon hung low in the sky, a perfect, luminous orb casting its silver light across the surface of the lake. It shimmered, a living, breathing tapestry of liquid starlight, its surface disturbed only by the soft, lapping rhythm against the shore. The cool night air, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, was a stark contrast to the heat that had been building inside me all day. I stood at the edge, bare-chested and rooted to the spot, my gaze a fixed point on the water.

I said and took a pen to sign the contract. "So doctor Isabella I suggest you move by this evening in the Moonlight mansion," he said smiling widely at me. Why was everything named moonlight? Do people there like the night moon or what? "Okay" "Perfect be there by 6 pm ". ———————————————— I was standing in front of a big white mansion. It has a beautiful green garden with a lot of different flowers. As I was looking at flowers, the black SUV approached near me. A man in a navy blue suit came out of the car. I recognize him as Mr. Velkov. Yeah, I can't deny moonlight's manager is hot. His jaw is perfectly fit and he seems more like a hot CEO than a manager.

Everything was still, quiet, as if even the wind was holding its breath. The light came before she did. It spread across the ground from a single point ahead of me, pure white. My eyes ached looking at it like looking at the sun, so bright I had to look away. But I couldn’t. Something was holding my head in place, forcing me to look. A silhouette appeared from the brightness, her hair unbound and moving in a phantom wind. I couldn’t make out her features amongst the bright expanse of white, but I knew it was her. The Moon Goddess.

Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest. I stood there, invisible. They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united. And I? I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow. Not a single glance. Not a word. So I left. I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years. "Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy." Lies. Empty promises. Now, I’d go alone. But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

A beam as though it was meant to be just so. A hand, feminine fingers appear on the dais, moving towards a circle carved in the middle. If I had a face my eyebrows would be furrowed. Is that… my hand? The moment the hand, my hand covers the circle fingers meeting the spread at the ends, it glowed. Like the moon. I gasp awake with a start, my eyes running all over, it takes me a moment to come to fully. Right. I’m in Dark Woods. My eyes travel to the windows, it’s dawn already, soft light already slipping in through, I can hear Lily sleeping on her chosen bed in the room we share, I release a deep breath.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.