Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Forty Six
The moonlight was doing its job, healing my wounds. i'd still have a seriously screwed up face when it was done, but at least it'd be functional. i just needed to stall a little longer.
victory is the next best thing !
A shock came to everyone as they saw jack get hit barbossa: you're a fool, jack sparrow as jack backed up into the moonlight it was more shocking to see that he was a dead man to will: jack....
The Warrior's Dove Ch: 1
The black wolf-like fur spread across my body with that cursed marking, dark blue under the moonlight; how i hated it so!
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Fifteen
He had a slight limp, but that would go away in a few seconds once he'd soaked up enough moonlight. he and becky faced off again, and the hyena cackled.
Diary Of Love (pt.2)
"rock my world into the sunlight, make this dream the best i've ever known, dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like i'm a domino.
Reflections
You didn't know she would walk in. " brian fought to hold his tears back as they sat together, in the warm of the moonlight. they both looked out into the vast open water and watched as it lapped onto shore. " it will all be ok.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 69
The edge was white with frost and the centre gleamed in the moonlight. "dad, you're hurt!"
Midnight Rendezvous
Rays of pale moonlight strike the ground covering it in a gentle blue glow. his radio cackles to life. [hey andy, i'm closing the station down for the night, you're on your own until tomorrow.]
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 71
The edge was white with frost and the centre gleamed in the moonlight. "dad, you're hurt!"
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 14
Illuminated by nothing but the silvery moonlight, they existed together as a pair of shadows, seeking comfort in the only way left to them.
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Two
The moonlight was awakening the bloodthirst in me again. i didn't just need to beat stewart, i needed to prove my dominance. so i threw us both down the hole he'd made.
Red Moon Rises
The predator once called lynette, stalked silently on the moonlight, pouncing and sinking her fangs into the neck of a fallow deer. ravenous after the strain of changing, she tore at the soft, savory meat.