Banyan Moon Novels & Stories

What if something went wrong and suddenly, they felt the earth shake beneath their feet, they stumbled from where they stood, supporting their balance with anything they could find to keep standing while Shailyn fell on her face, gasping in shock. "Is this Rapture?!" Shailyn yelled, flinching and jerking when they heard thunder and lightning over their heads. Maye chuckled. "You silly fairy, it's time for the blue moon" "I want to see!" Shailyn yelled over the loud vibration of the earth. She witnessed the blood moon, why couldn't she witness the rise of a blue moon as well. She gasped when a chill raced down her spine, she heard the gasps of the others, meaning they felt it too.

“That’s appreciated, Elder Harvey.” Harvey beams and turns to me, his excitement barely contained. “You’ll be happy, Luna. The feast will be your formal introduction to the pack. Then, at the Blood Moon Festival, you’ll receive Eliora’s blessing for your union.” His joy rings out like a song. But inside me, a chill takes hold. The Blood Moon Festival. The one Primrose warned me about. The night the Luna goddess weaves her threads. Links true mates. How long does Gerald think he can fool a goddess?

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.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

I rise and bow to them out of respect. "Please sit down Lunas. What we are about to discuss is a bit shocking." I gesture towards the couch big enough to seat six people. Alpha Damien and Alpha David sit with their Lunas and wait for me to begin. "Lunas, the Moon Goddess has told me that your pups are the next Blue Wolves and you'll be giving birth under the next full moon." I decided to just rip the band-aid off, so to speak, out of exhaustion from this whole thing. Their eyes widened with surprise. Joy flashed across their face for a moment and worry replaced it.

I looked at my hands and realized it was her crystal. “Why did you give it to me?” I asked staring at her. “I will feel better if you hold on to it,” she said and kissed my cheek. Priestess Elara who had been in the room with us, preparing all the ingredients and making sure everything was in the right order, cleared her throat loudly and said “It's about time we start, the full moon is almost here,” I looked up at the ceiling, which had an opening so I could see the clear blue sky, the moon had not arrived yet but it would be at any moment. I exhaled deeply and prepared myself.

She reached out and used her fingers to brush back his well combed hair. “You are the most handsome Daddy and the strongest wolf I have ever seen.” She said in a singsong voice while batting her eyes at him… Megan's pack is one of the biggest wolf packs in the supernatural realm of Blue Moon. Blue Moon is one of the three realms on the continent called Eplica. The other realms are the human realm where the Moon is golden and white depending on the season and the Red Moon realm where the Moon is, well, —Red.

“If you think I’m letting anyone hang dull brown banners for a divine mating celebration, you’re out of your mind. We’re talking moonlight, silver, maybe lilac—something that doesn’t look like a funeral!” Emry groaned from the steps where she sat with a basket of parchment Mirae had forced into her hands. “You realize I didn’t agree to a festival.” Mirae whirled, hands on her hips. “It’s not a festival; it’s a statement. You and Braxton are the first bonded pair blessed by the moon in generations. People need hope—and honestly, I need an excuse to boss people around again.” “You never need an excuse,” Emry muttered.

It looked like a spine made of obsidian and gold, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat. "The core," Vane’s voice drifted through the air, coming from everywhere and nowhere. "You think you're heroes? You’re just parasites. You took a power that was never meant for your mongrel race." "Shut the f**k up, Vane!" Malakai swung his obsidian blade, slicing through a memory-phantom of a High Human guard. The phantom dissolved into pixels. "We're here to unplug you." "Unplug me?" Vane appeared in front of them, his digital avatar towering and translucent. "The White Moon isn't a battery, boy. It’s an incubator."

He staggers backward. "You're mine, Livana! Don't think I'm just going to give up!" he yells behind me as I fight my way through all those people to get out of there. I stumble out through the back door. There is a bonfire in the backyard. A group of ten people or so are sitting around with beer bottles in their hands. "Livana! Livana!!!" Bane calls out. Oh no…I dart quickly to the side of the house. I lean against the siding of the house. My heart is thudding fast in my chest. The full moon is shining its pale silvery light everywhere. There are plenty of shadows of trees and shrubs for me to hide in.