Banshee Moon Nude Novels & Stories

I was in my naked glory and he had no right to walk in on me like this. “Scream? Please do, if that makes you feel better, you can. But I can assure you, no one would come to your rescue.” Bane said, with a smirk plastering on his facial features. The guts! “And why is that?” I asked, giving him the fiery look. My hands also instinctively went around my breasts, protecting them from his rapturing gaze. The other one went down to my front part, protecting it from him. “They would think their Luna crying in pleasure from how their Alpha is screwing her.” He mouthed off, taking a step towards me.

Even from lovemaking from the various women I bedded but never loved. I took off my shirt, showing my biceps and laying my godly body before her. A feast for her to savor, Remus whispered. “Am I alive?” I gave her a nervous laugh. “You can only see my dick when you’re alive.” She grinned. “Then I fucking am alive.” This was the night before the first day of the full moon, the Worm Moon. March’s full moon. Her smile faded into something, something that made my flesh jerked in reverie. I extended a hand out to cup her breath-taking face in my palms.

None of them seem to be aroused or fazed by their own, or anyone else’s, nudity. “What if someone comes by?” “Like who?” Shawna asks. “A wolf or something.” “You are not at Hallowed Moon anymore,” she reminds me. “We are protected. Stop being afraid. Come. Feel the great mother’s love and majesty.” Sighing, I pull the wrinkled nightdress over my head and throw it to the side. I hesitate for a moment, then decide to discard of my underwear as well. No one notices. No one cares. Shawna pushes her arm through mine and walks with me to the middle of the clearing.

The bustle of the Moonbane pack was overwhelming to Layla. The Moonbane insignia of a large waning crescent moon with the Moon Goddess standing fiercely in the middle was everywhere she looked. It felt like overkill. She couldn't even remember her father's pack's insignia.

Late at night ; At Arthur's home "It is time" Banshee lifted her hands up to the sky as she let out a loud cackle… She carefully made 5 spins round Arthur's swimming pool. She sat on the floor, close to the pool. She crossed her legs together as she rested her hand on her lap before she looked at the sky once again. Her hair wasn't tied in a normal bun as usual, on this night of the full moon, she let her hair pour and it extended beyond her waist.

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

Normally, the vast lands were home to only four people—me, my twin brother Stephen, our mother, and Helena, our ever-watchful guardian. But on this night? The Moonbane kin emerged from their scattered corners of the world. They set up vibrant tents across the estate grounds, bringing offerings—rare herbs, luminous stones, preserved phoenix feathers—to lay at the altar of Morgana, to honor the woman who made our world possible.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

It was sister Gianna’s last memory after her marriage. Moon wanted control. He was annoyed over Viviana’s rejection. The rogue pissed him more. I growled and shifted. Baine sat glued to the iron chair. His eyes balls almost popped. Moon’s huge frame was scaring him. That’s what I wanted. “Alaric promised you a brutal death. But I will be more brutal,” Moon said and took a huge bite of his flesh. Baine whimpered in pain. He couldn’t shift. It was of no use. Winter shifted. Noah didn’t. He had to call the cleaners afterward. I mind-linked with Winter.