A Beast's Love Is Like The Moon Novels & Stories

“The moon has chosen.” As he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, filling me to the brink, the howl echoed once more outside. Pleasure and mystery intertwined, hooking deep into my soul. This encounter was no accident. Elias Thorne hid a beast within, and I was about to discover just how thoroughly he—and perhaps others in his pack—would claim every soft, yearning inch of me under the watchful eye of the full moon. The night was young, and my journey into the wild had only just begun.

Liam explained carefully. "Is this the time for you to be aggressive? That you chained yourself?" Ericka asked. She pointed out the window. "Werewolves and the full moon. I know a little about that." Liam stared blankly at the curtainless window. The sky was starting to brighten, and the moon was no longer red, as it seemed the sun was preparing to replace it. "Only during a red full moon do I become more chaotic than a monster," Liam muttered. "On a normal full moon, I just need to take more sleeping pills, install more locks and bolts."

The flames consumed Elara's body, carrying her spirit to the moon, to Damon, to the ancestors who had welcomed her home. The fire crackled and popped, sending sparks spiraling into the night sky like the souls of the fallen ascending to their rest. The heat was intense, forcing the gathered wolves to step back, but no one wanted to look away. This was their Alpha. Their healer. Their heart. Their Luna. She deserved to be seen until the very end, until nothing remained but ash and memory and the fierce, enduring love she had planted in every heart she had touched.

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

She vowed to protect her pack's autonomy, to stand tall and resolute against Adrian's perceived tyranny. Beneath the moon's watchful eye, Amelia's mind whirled with conflicting emotions—a storm of resentment and desire, anger and longing. The moon, a celestial guardian of secrets, cast its silvery light upon her, revealing the complexities of her soul. It was a beacon of hope, a reminder that amidst the darkness, there existed the possibility for love to bloom and for wounds to heal.

The full moon rose high in the night sky, painting the world in a soft ethereal glow, Kara and Ryder stood at the edge of the forest. Their gaze locked, a silent understanding passing between them, both knowing that their love was as boundless as the wilderness that lay before them. In unison, as if guided by an invisible force, they began to undress, their clothing discarded on the forest floor. One by one, their human forms transformed into the majestic bodies of wolves, their fur gleaming under the soft moonlight. Their eyes met once again, now filled with a wild and untamed intensity, a reflection of the burning passion that resided within them.

Mish was already reaching for his cock, stroking him. "We own our time, beloved. We can be late." Then he devoured her waiting lips, not giving her the chance to object. As if she would put up a fight when surrendering to his loving was easy as breathing. *** The moon, a round jewel in the darkened sky, in hues of yellow gold, looming large and majestic, exquisitely elegant. A mistress to her creatures, commanding, preaching at the same time bringing comfort and guidance. She could make a song just by gazing in wonder at Selene. The Goddess of Vampires and Lycanthropes. The beloved of Ambrogio, the first Vampire beast.

The feelings I had for Bayo were definitely beyond a mere attraction and I was almost too sure that I wanted something much more from him but my fear of relationships and my insecurities were definitely messing with my thoughts and getting the better of me. "Listen Bayo, I like you and I like you a lot. I'm not just attracted to you, I want more from you but I'm scared and I don't want empty words or empty promises again cause I can't deal with another heartbreak." I tell him truthfully and he immediately puts his arms around me for a hug and I hug him back as tightly as I could.

As he lowered himself to the rock, Ella smelled a distinct earthy scent coming from the beast that was not entirely unpleasant. She turned her face to one side and then tried to push the creature’s chest away with her bound hands but to no avail. She wanted to scream as she felt the quick rhythmic pounding of her heart against her breast, but what came out of her mouth was a muffled cry that was barely heard against the steady pattering of the rain. After one more futile attempt to push the creature away using her arms and knees, Ella felt her energy dissipating and with her remaining strength proceeded to strike the beast repeatedly at his chest with her bound hands. The creature sensed Ell