📖🌕 The page shimmers beneath pale silver ink.
The moonlight spills across the parchment like spilled wine. Smooth, dangerous, inviting. The trees etched along the border seem to move when you aren’t looking, their shadows bending closer to the words. Between the lines, faint whispers coil and fade, promising warmth… and hiding hunger.
Aria feels the pull, that soft, irresistible hum that calls from deep within the forest. It’s not fear that grips her… it’s curiosity. And curiosity, under the moon’s wicked light, is always a mistake.
Chapter 11: Under the Moon’s Wicked Light 🌙
A lone wanderer steps beneath the trees, guided by a full moon glowing like an eye that never blinks. The air is thick with perfume and promise, and from the darkness comes a song sweet, sultry, and inhuman.
They follow it, deeper and deeper, until the clearing opens before them. A circle of witches dances around the fire, their laughter soft as silk and sharp as blades. One extends a hand. The night breathes in.
Under the spell of their beauty and the rhythm of their chant, the wanderer surrenders. Heart first, then body, then soul. But when dawn dares to rise, the truth is revealed: the song was never meant to welcome. It was meant to consume.
By the time the sun breaks the horizon, nothing remains of who they were. The forest has claimed another. The coven grows stronger.
“Under the Moon’s Wicked Light” is a tale of seduction and transformation, where desire becomes a snare and enchantment turns to eternal captivity.
Professor Jacket Music
📖🌕 The page shimmers beneath pale silver ink.
The moonlight spills across the parchment like spilled wine. Smooth, dangerous, inviting. The trees etched along the border seem to move when you aren’t looking, their shadows bending closer to the words. Between the lines, faint whispers coil and fade, promising warmth… and hiding hunger.
Aria feels the pull, that soft, irresistible hum that calls from deep within the forest. It’s not fear that grips her… it’s curiosity. And curiosity, under the moon’s wicked light, is always a mistake.
Chapter 11: Under the Moon’s Wicked Light 🌙
A lone wanderer steps beneath the trees, guided by a full moon glowing like an eye that never blinks. The air is thick with perfume and promise, and from the darkness comes a song sweet, sultry, and inhuman.
They follow it, deeper and deeper, until the clearing opens before them. A circle of witches dances around the fire, their laughter soft as silk and sharp as blades. One extends a hand. The night breathes in.
Under the spell of their beauty and the rhythm of their chant, the wanderer surrenders. Heart first, then body, then soul. But when dawn dares to rise, the truth is revealed: the song was never meant to welcome. It was meant to consume.
By the time the sun breaks the horizon, nothing remains of who they were. The forest has claimed another. The coven grows stronger.
“Under the Moon’s Wicked Light” is a tale of seduction and transformation, where desire becomes a snare and enchantment turns to eternal captivity.
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