Bewitched Moon Novels & Stories

I wrapped my hands around the banister, supporting my weight. I finally made it out of the mansion. I hid behind bushes and trees until I found myself in the woods. The river that I had seen from my window was a few feet away. “Go back,” a voice in my head said, but I quickly pushed it away. I walked further, until I was right in front of the lake. I felt goosebumps against my skin, nd a shiver ran through my spine. From the corner of my eyes, something was shining. I turned, taking in the sight of a necklace with a pendant of the full moon. It felt like I had a certain connection with it, but I couldn't place what it was.

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.

The witches around her began to chant again, desperately calling upon their ancestors. Too late. I lifted both hands and whispered the words my mother had once taught me in a forgotten dream. “Lunis Ordania. Return to light.” A wave of pure moonfire erupted from within me, blinding, cleansing. It tore through the witches’ enchantments. Screams echoed. The hybrids twisted, shriveled, and vanished. The witches burned not with flame, but with moonlight—disintegrating into ash. Ama stood at the center, trying to resist. Screaming spells. Her form warping into something monstrous.

It was the colour of a blood moon, of an ancient, foul fire that consumed everything it touched. In that frozen moment, everything crashed into place with the force of a physical blow. Beatrice had been bitten, makers for chaos. It wasn’t a rogue bite. It was a defilement. She hadn’t been turned, she had been infested. My mind screamed a single, horrifying word. Demon.

When white smoke flew around Moon, everyone believed that it was the white witches from before, those who preceded Sky, from those who died a natural death to those who were killed by humans on bonfires. Sky starts singing a strange chant, in a language that none of them knew, and Moon returns to her original form, and a black genie appears. Sky's chants increased in intensity and the air seemed to become thicker. Suddenly, the ghosts of the white witches began to cross Moon's body, causing him discomfort. As they passed, he became weaker and the vapor that passed through him became denser. When the vapor takes the form of several women, some young, some old, but all beautiful, Moon's body d

The village buzzes with life. Everywhere I turn, someone is preparing for tonight’s Lunar Eclipse Festival. It’s the most important celebration for Moonlair—a tribute to the Moon Goddess for her guidance and protection. Children race through the village square, their laughter ringing out like bells. The air smells of roasted meats, sweet honeyed bread, and the faint tang of herbs being prepared for the festival offerings.

The Moon Goddess returned, turning her face away from me as her voice reverberated in my ears like thunder. “You strengthened me…” I snapped, hoping to make the Moon Goddess say a word to my favour. “So, please, let me go.” “Ewen, Caelum and Alpha Thane have come in their three to make me empower them.” The Moon Goddess explained in return, her voice echoing with sighs, but consciously lowered. “I didn't work perfectly with them so they got bewitched.” “That's awry.” I commented. “If you see Caelum or Ewen, while at the battlefield, can you stand the both of them?” The Moon Goddess continued, nearing me with heavy movements. “I don't want you hurt at all.”

I lifted it out with both hands, the weight felt heavier than it should have. We carried it back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other. I opened the cover. The pages smelled of old paper and faint herbs. Handwritten script filled the first leaf, elegant loops and sharp angles. My mother’s handwriting. Rowan leaned closer as I turned the pages slowly. The Codex Lunaris. Identification: The Moon Witch bears the mark of three crescents on the inside of her left wrist, visible only under full moonlight. Her eyes flash silver-white when power rises unchecked. Her blood hums with silver light when cut.

She motioned for her witches to move out. Each witch was accompanied by 2 wolves. Adam astral projected himself to scout the territory while being guarded. He found out how many on patrol and where the kids were being held. He also saw that they only had until midnight when the moon would be full. He also saw ruins and knew that offensive magic wouldn’t work while they were up. He went back and informed Nezerra, Tanner and the rest of the pack of what he saw.

There are names of many witches who used to worship the Moon Goddess and received their powers from her but no mention about anyone being hypnotized by their own powers. Suddenly, a passage catches his attention. “The gifts bestowed by the Moon Goddess brought peace and prosperity to the lands,” he reads. “They brought all the creatures together under her rule but some of the witches became too powerful. They wanted more power and rebelled against her. Enraged and hurt, the Moon Goddess and her mate punished them but when they killed the Moon Goddess’ only daughter, she cursed them to a life of being Undead.”