A Flame Under The Moon Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “Then we don’t have time to waste.” His eyes scanned the crowd. “Listen well. The Moon’s Flame is not a metaphor. It is blood. It is memory. It is the last gift the Moon Goddess left behind before she vanished from our world. And it lives in her chosen. Alina.” Everyone stared. Me included. “I don’t know how to use it,” I admitted. “I’ve seen glimpses—flashes—but I don’t know what to do.”

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

The night was perfect, the full moon casting its gentle glow over our Moonlight Pack's territory. The air was filled with the comforting scents of roasting meat and fresh pine, and the sound of laughter echoed through the trees. It was a night of celebration, a night to honor the moon goddess, Selene, and the bond we shared as a pack. I stood among my fellow pack members, a warm sense of belonging filling me as I watched them enjoy the festivities. The bonfire roared in the center of our clearing, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those I held dear.

The Moonflame Pack is the only place left for me to return to. Even if it’s ruled by a monster.

Could it really be that she had traveled back in time. “Moon snares have a cure. They are usually close by,” she said and turned to look at a lake nearby. There, she spotted lotus plants on the water. This lake was so still, she dared not enter the water. She stared at a lotus a bit, then jumped over quickly, grabbing it in one go, before landing on a rock. She stared at the cure for a while. The May lotus had gone extinct too when the Moon snares had. She could not believe she was holding one.

She wasn’t sure if it was the cold. Or her conscience beginning to crack. Above, far beyond the stone and blood, the full moon shone. Distant. Unseeing.

My mother told me once, that no one’s existence is a punishment, and when the time came I come to discover something peculiar about my identity, I shall not fear it. I never really understood what it meant until now. If I had known, I would have prepared myself. Every revelation hung heavy in the air, thick enough to choke on. Alongside Nero, we stood within the heart of the Moon Glade, a hidden sanctuary that happened to be nestled within the village where the Silverwood Pack resides. The village was both stunned and amazed by the Elders’ of the Moon’s sudden arrival. Still, they are unaware of the true reason why the group is here.

From the age of 14 until adulthood, Liam had absolutely no friends. Liam always remembers his days at the orphanage, where he has close friends - Tania and Leo. Liam used to love Tania, a beautiful girl 5 years younger than him with smiling chestnut brown eyes, chubby cheeks and snow-white skin. Liam used to hold Tania's hand through the green grass fields, picking primroses for her and making laurel wreaths for her. Both of them lay together watching the starry sky at night and humming small songs, sharing sweet candy bars with each other. Until one day, a well-dressed man came and said he wanted to buy Liam with a large amount of money, the owner of the orphanage quickly offered a price, a

just as right now. Like the moon who only shows up at night, Blythe can also feel her freedom of going anywhere she likes and enjoying the world when the sun is not around anymore to burn her sensitive skin. It was as if only the moon could embrace her for who she really is. But if her memory serves her right, since the orphanage's tragedy up to the very misfortune she's experiencing right now, the moon has always been there to witness her distress. It was as if Luna had been keeping wrath from her and she was punishing Blythe at every chance possible.

Silence stretches. “I don’t need saving,” I say. She steps closer anyway. And gods help me—I don’t move away. ⸻ By the time she leaves, my control is hanging by a thread. The moon climbs higher. My wolf watches it hungrily. Soon, it promises. I close my eyes, knowing one thing with absolute certainty: When I finally crack, it won’t be quiet. And Selene will be at the center of it.