Full Moon By Black Ghosts Romane & Geschichten

I saw him dialing his cellphone, but I turned it off, so I won’t be able to receive any messages and calls today, especially coming from Ethan. Protecting him means staying away from him. I walked towards the bed and lay my back down on the soft mattress. I closed my eyes and remembered the taste of his blood. I swallowed hard, suddenly getting hungry, but not for the food. It was not even hunger for Ethan’s blood. My eyelids open, glancing at the digital calendar on my bedside. I had to be careful around Ethan because the moon would be full a few days from now, and I had to remind myself to stay away from him until the new phase of the moon.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Moon and the Promise The night unfolded like silk—slow, shimmering, endless. The villa slept, wrapped in the hush that follows survival, when even the walls seem to breathe lighter. Anna stepped onto the terrace barefoot. The marble was cool beneath her skin, the scent of sea and jasmine threading through the air. Overhead, the moon loomed—vast, whole, and silver as truth—its light pouring over her like a benediction.

But I knew it was only a moment, and we have to see what Remi and others has prepared, just exactly as Berra said. I drew back slightly to see his face. His eyes still burned like molten gold, but there was something haunted behind them. “You feel it too,” I whispered. His jaw tightened. “The Blood Moon.” We already arrived at Greko Pack. I followed his gaze upward. The sky was no longer black but soaked in a deep red glow that pulsed like a wound. Even from here, the light felt heavy, pressing on my chest, whispering of ruin. A chill spread through me. “The Greko Pack…”

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Grace's footsteps sounded loud. She was running like she was being chased by something. She was breathing heavily, sweat soaking her face and body. In front of her was a huge full moon. Grace continued to run, each step heavy and carried by the persistence to get away from something that seemed threatening. The full moon gave her an inescapable illumination, creating shadows stretching along her path. The roar of breathing and the sound of footsteps echoed around, creating tension in what should have been a quiet night. Grace looked up at the sky and saw a large full moon that casts a bright light, creating strange shadows around her.

Isabelle’S Point of View "Tonight is a momentous occasion, my pack," he declared, his voice commanding attention and respect. The moonlight cast a mesmerizing glow on his figure, emphasizing his authority. "As the black moon graces our presence, we gather to celebrate not only the cycle of life and creation but also a sacred union between two souls." The pack erupted in cheers and howls, their excitement palpable in the air. The beat of drums reverberated through the clearing, stirring a primal energy within me. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the rhythm, allowing it to carry me into a state of heightened anticipation.

"It's been more than a century for me. Perhaps the Moon got lazy in pairing me up with someone. Well, I don't need to be paired, I have plenty of she-wolves in my club that love to entertain me, especially during the Blood Moon." Mark rolled his eyes. He used to ravage the farms and go on wild hunts when the Blood Moon was around. However the second phase of the moon when it was really up in the sky would awaken their predatorial lustful selves. They would flock to him just to get rid of their lust for him. He was wild and dominant in bed. But once he found his mate. He only had eyes for her.

It is already starting to dusk, and looking up at the sky I see that it is still full moon. "Full Moon," I whisper, my eyes fixed upward. "Rain is terrified of the Full Moon. Ooohhh Moon Goddess, where is my mate? She must be in misery right now, not knowing what to do," I cry heartbreakingly over the now dark sea. "If we don't find her, please, someone, please, keep her safe. My mate, my woman!" Just the idea of her floating somewhere in the ocean or trapped on an island while the Full Moon shines above her drives me to the brink of insanity. In the pack, I made sure to always be with her at this tide and keep her warm. We then watched a movie as a distraction.