2 Moons Novels & Stories

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What the heck is going on? “But am I not supposed to.. “It won’t come” she cuts me off, “we are clearly not ready and I am not going to have my mating season with a mate who is yet to decipher his entire feeling, do you understand that?” “You owe me an explanation for this,” I tell her “I am all the explanation you need, Enzo” Michelle retorts, “the moon goddess has not said anything to me in a while but I know for a fact that things are not as easy as it seems, maybe we should wait on her”

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Both were staring at me, neither one moving. The light in the clearing changed as both the sun and the moon moved high in the sky, the light of the moon on the smokey grey wolf, making his silver fur shine. The sun bright on the sunrise wolf, his fur golden and beautiful in the sunlight. Both were stark contrasts, mirror images of each other. The power of the forest thrummed heavier, almost feeding off the energy both wolves were giving off. I slowly sank to my knees, awed by the beautiful wolves. Awed but so confused and cautious. Why? Why am I always brought to the forest? Why do I see them? Who are they? I had so many questions and when I opened my mouth to ask them, the forest disappeare

I looked at Lunaya and she started back at me. “Does it?” I asked her, “I... I don’t know. It could be. I have never been able to decipher that part. But it makes sense that it is speaking of a place” she answered with a half nod. “There is no other pack that references the three phases of the moon. There is of course Crescent Wolf and Waning Wolf, but they only name one part of the cycle. Tri-Moon names all three. It would make a lot of sense” Roe said to Lunaya and myself.

And he’s only 16? “Wait does that mean he doesn’t even know I’m his mate yet?” “But most importantly, why would the moon goddess give me a male mate? I am straight! Or I thought I was?” But now thinking about it, I never really got close to any girls or even tried hooking up since I don’t want any other person other than my mate unlike other wolves who only use their bottom half to speak and not their brain.

Anastasia explained. "Such as?" "Like in January, it's the Ice Moon. In February, it's the Storm Moon. In March, it's the Wind Moon. In April, it's the Wild Moon. In May, it's the Fire Moon. In June, it's the Ghost Moon. In July, it's the Light Moon. In August, it's the Sing Moon. In September, it's the Blood Moon. In October, it's the Frost Moon. In November, it's the Oak Moon. And in December, it's the Wood Moon," replied Ms. Anastasia.

Brian yells, Nadir could see the door to a cave be opened she knows certainly it had begun the madrees are sacred creatures created by the moon goddess to you t wolves as their population became more and more almost more than the humans, Legends have it that the moon goddess sent down the madrees to kill wolves and she also put a stop to it having the strongest and wisest alphas capture them alive, years passed by and nothing was heard if the madrees until nadir's pack moved here and found one trapped in an underground cave, one could hear the screams and wails but no one dared to go near it as it has been rumored to be as deadly as it sounds years passed by and modifications were made to th

As Apollo and Jolene stand outside the gates to the moon, their hands entwined in a silent vow of solidarity, a sense of peace washes over them. The chaos and turmoil that once threatened to consume their world have finally subsided, replaced by a newfound tranquility that permeates the air. With the threat of darkness vanquished, the moon stands as a beacon of hope in the night sky, its gentle glow casting a comforting light upon the world below. It serves as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love and unity.