Blood Moon Goddess Novels & Stories

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, casting a mesmerizing silvery glow across the land. Alpha Galan, stood at the edge of a cliff, his keen eyes fixed on the radiant lunar sphere. It was on this sacred night that he could call upon Selene, the moon goddess, his mother, and the divine being who bestowed him with his extraordinary abilities. As the moonlight reached its peak, a celestial aura enveloped Alpha Galan, and he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He raised his arms to the heavens, calling out to his mother, the moon goddess, with a melodic incantation passed down through generations:

Oscar could sense the tension in the air and he hated being tense. “Did anything happen to last year's Blood Moon?” Oscar asked bizarrely. He had heard rumours about the abominable eclipse of the previous year when he was a rogue and was totally oblivious to the terrible change of events. The Northern District Lycans draw their powers from the Blood Moon. Thousands of centuries ago the moon goddess descended from her throne and came down to dwell among her creatures. She wanted to feel the emotions that her subjects were feeling so she could be a better supreme ruler to them all.

She understood what I meant to a certain point. “Do you mean like…if you could see your loved ones again ?” I nodded. “Even if it was just for a moment. I just want to see her again. What if she was reincarnated into someone else?” “Are you trying to say you feel like she has become someone else?” Tess asked and I nodded slowly. I adjusted the collar of my black chiffon coat and scratched the back of my neck. The blood moon is a night when wolves turn into their wolf forms and the wolves get a free will to be stronger that day. It was said that some wolves are lucky enough to meet the moon goddess herself and I am keen on finding the moon goddess.

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.

I was going to kill them all. I held up my hands, faking surrender as the ground shook Beneath my feet, my power surfacing once more, empowering me more than ever before. I could feel the moon goddess cheering me on, as though Selene herself was witnessing this battle. Telling me to win. I threw my power forward, and with a gust of wind and several cries of agony, the rogues were withering on the ground, crying and screaming as their bodies failed them, their bones shattering and crumbling within their bodies. I was crushing them from the inside out, ensuring that they would never hurt another souls again. they picked on the wrong pack.

we both said in unison. “Yes, my sweet children. I brought you here to share with you, your destiny.” Louise and I looked at each other confused, then looked at her. “What do you mean Moon Goddess?” Louise asked. “Please call me Selene. And for centuries wars have broken out for one reason or another. They don’t happen as much anymore but they still happen occasionally. I have brought you here to explain why you both have been given the vision of foresight.” “Foresight? You mean like and oracle?” I asked.

I paid closer attention and I noticed that a lot of threads were linked and connected to a big thread. The one at the middle, took out a huge pair of scissors--gold and silver, long bladed like shears-- and cut the thread. I could feel a pinch in my heart as I heard the snapping sound echo in my head. As the thread was cut, so many other threads connected to it also fell. I shudder as three of them suddenly appear before me, with their blue eyes peering at me as they all repeated in unison. "Child gifted by Selene, goddess of the moon! Calamity and evil will befall you!

said Dante. “Okay, the moon goddess is in water and so when I cannot shift during a full moon, I swim so I can be connected with the moon goddess. I was going to do it in my bathtub, but since I have your company, maybe I could do it in the pool. Will you join me?”