2moons The Series Novels & Stories

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

I had no clue that he bared this much power and had never seen him use it like this before. A scream then caught all our attention and we all looked towards the packhouse. A blast of white light soared through the air, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Luna Ella was blasting the Moon Witch with her magic and the two of them were going head-to-head. Then out of nowhere a stream of fire shot towards the Moon Witch and I looked to see Luna Rayne approaching her. Willow then joined in and shot a stream of her white light at her, and I swear it looked like the ghostbusters when they were trying to catch a ghost with their packs. The Moon Witch’s wall that she had up around her was beginni

“The first serum was a fail, it corrupted them, warping their minds, they couldn’t tell good from bad, they feel nothing other than the need to spill blood-“ “I know what the first serum did” “They thought they perfected the second one. They didn’t. From what I gathered, it worked for a while, until they began to go mad as well, at first it was frequent bursts of anger, then a few hours a day, before they knew it, the whole day, spent in agonizing bloodlust. There eyes red and rabid, The only moment of clarity is at night, when the moon is out.” “They shackle themselves to keep it quiet” Zayne observes.

MIA It has been a week since I've arrived at the Blood Moon Pack and it has been amazing. I've been waking up early to see the sun rise, go on a walk in the cold morning, eat breakfast, have a cup of tea while I make some healing salves, paint then check on the Luna. If I have spare time i would help the servants with their duties like cooking and washing. I don't like being lazy. If I have time, I want to use it. It makes me appreciate the times where I do get to relax. it makes it all the more enjoyable. But my favorite part of the day is when the clock strikes ten. The mimicking sky shifts from the dinning room to the rose room up at the very top and every night I follow it there where I

I watched the moon grow fatter through the mouth of the cave, counting the days until the inevitable. Then came the night of the Blood Moon. It hung in the sky like a bruised eye, fierce and alluring. This was the night the Moonlight Howl went feral. It was the peak of the heat cycle, a time when the pack’s inhibitions dissolved into a chaotic blur of lust. Normally, I would have been in the Moonlight Hall, locked in Ahri’s arms. But even with the bond shredded, the connection hadn't fully dissolved. The Moon Goddess was playing a cruel game.

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

“Daughter of no pack. Bonded twice, born once, burned twice. And I will not be traded.” Moonlight—faint but real—burst through the cracks in the temple ceiling. The Moon had heard her. And this time, it answered. A beam of silver light slammed into the dais, scattering Veyrus’s form into smoke. He hissed, retreating into shadow—but not gone. “Very well,” he whispered. “You’ve bought time. But when the war ends… I will return. And next time, I will not offer mercy.” The light faded. Silence returned.

“You were the Alpha of the Shadow Fang pack. You led us... until the night you died.” She took a step back. “Okay. This is crazy. I’m not this ‘Ariya.’ I’m Aria Moon. I’m a senior. I have a normal life.” “You had a normal life,” Kael said. “Until the blood moon returned. Until your body started to remember.” Her legs shook. He kept going. “You’re not human, Aria. Not completely. You’re Moonborn. A bloodline thought to be extinct. That crescent on your wrist? It’s not a birthmark. It’s a mark of inheritance.”

Iris. Wednesday, July 30th. Two days later… Noon. All day, I haven’t had a moment’s peace from talk of the blood moon festival. Everywhere, adult werewolves and younglings chatter with excitement. Their joy claws at me, pulling me back to when I still lived in Silvaton Ridge as Iris Herewit.