Bewitched Moon Novels & Stories

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.

It hovered at the center. The Heart of the First Wolf. My father moved closer. A smile mixed with happiness and fear crossed his face. He grabbed it. As we tried to run, the cave began to shake. From the shaking came something unexpected. A woman’s voice that drove chills down our bones, shouting: “Thieves!” The Moon Goddess herself. Her cave had been desecrated. In seconds, wolves surrounded us from every angle, as if she had summoned them. We were caught. Her punishment was a curse. Since we tried to steal what belonged to her, every full moon, the artifact would steal all our essence from us.

I lay my head on his chest and rest my hand and arm over his abdomen as he first lets out a low growl and then starts to speak. "The legend goes that a witch fell in love with a man, but that man loved the moon goddess. The man and the moon goddess only ever had one night together a month, which was the full moon, as it was the only time the moon goddess could resume her human form. So when the witch couldn't sway him and win his heart away from the moon goddess, she cursed him to join with a wolf so that once a month on the full moon, the only night of the month they could actually touch, he was forced to change into his wolf half, so that way the human side could never touch the moon godde

The time had come to face it and accept it. I stood in Kingston’s vast library, the ancient tome open before me on the heavy wooden table, the golden moon emblem on the page glowing faintly. My fingers trembled as I read the words aloud again, as if saying them too many times would make them more believable: “The Moon’s Daughter shall rise with the moon’s divine light in her blood to bring unity in her name. Only beside her true mate shall the veil lift, and the scattered packs of humans, hybrids, and wolves shall stand as one beneath her light and the great Moon.”

MICHELLE The large moon loomed ahead, swollen and filled with powerful energy in the dark sky, hanging like an eye of judgment above the abandoned coven of the witches. Its pale light streamed through shattered windows into the cold chamber, casting eerie silver pools across the cracked stone floor. The moon was the only light that dared shine in the heart of the haunted woods.

"I know this scent." Three women stepped out of the shadows. They were dressed in long, tattered robes made of owl feathers and dried moss. Their skin was as white as bone, and their eyes were completely black—no whites, no pupils, just endless voids. These were the Moon-Witches, the ancient guardians of the Crescent Moon’s secrets who had disappeared centuries ago. "The World-Alpha has a heavy heart," the middle witch said. Her voice sounded like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "You have the blood, child, but you do not have the Eclipse."

“Get away from my Moon Child, Countess. I’d never reject his gorgeous butt. I want him just as he is.” I stalked go to Lyall, when my shadows washed over the floors and ceiling, until we were all shaded in jerremy. Moon smirked at Lyall. “She’s my Winner.” Lyall’s nostrils flared. “Nay, sorceres’s bitch, because a wolve’s bite is stronger than a Winner’s. And I intend to save you from her single skin influence.” Then her teeth grew. Moon’s eyes widened in terror. I screamed, throwing myself go to Lyall to stop her Wolve Biting Moon, but she’d already sunk her teeth into his throat.

The curse doesn’t hurt you—it’s waking you. Outside, the forest trembled. The Moon hung too low. And miles away, deep in the Vale, an old woman’s laughter drifted through the trees. “Finally,” the witch purred, stroking a bowl of blood-bright water. “The Luna of MoonRiver has awakened. And she is mine to claim.”

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

The Moon Goddess, a celestial embodiment of grace and power, greeted the werewolves with a gentle smile. Alpha Jake and Luna Mara, overwhelmed by the divine aura, dropped to their knees along with the entire pack, paying homage to the deity who governed their lives. "Alpha Jake, Luna Mara," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice a melodic cadence that resonated through the hearts of all present. "You are under my divine protection, and your union is blessed." Alpha Jake and Luna Mara exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude and joy. "Thank you, Moon Goddess," Alpha Jake spoke, his voice a mixture of humility and appreciation. "We are honored by your blessing."