Outside the pane-glass window, the wind sighs through the trees, sending ripples through the moonlit canopy as shifting branches dance across the walls. A flickering candle casts long shadows across the worn wooden desk, its flame moving to the rhythm of a story yet to be told. Before it, The Moonlit Novella lies open, its pages waiting to capture the whispers of the unknown, the echoes of things unseen, the breath of something watching from just beyond the veil.
This is The Moonlit Novella, a collection of stories born in the quiet hours of the night, where shadows linger and the supernatural is never far away.
Moonlit Novella 