Book Of The Month Novels & Stories

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

She had to ask. “No. Only because it gets changed every month. I have my room stocked with books every month.” He winked at her, proud of himself. Gabriel always pride himself when it came to books, no one in the pack can match up to him when it came to intelligence as well. He read all types of books, novels, and educational writings. Fictions. Biography. Horror. Newspapers. Politics. He was the man. He was good.

Neah asks. "Concentrated Lycan life force. Solidified over millennia. It forms in places where Lycan blood was spilled in great quantities. During battles. Rituals. Deaths." Aldara reaches out but doesn't touch it. "This much lunar stone represents hundreds of Lycan lives." The room goes quiet. I move to the shelves. Carefully unwrap one of the cloth bundles. Inside is a book. Hand-bound. Pages made from something that isn't quite paper. The text is in the same ancient script as the door.

But she's unavailable to me even in battle. I sighed softly and collapsed in my tiny bed of hay in my cell, not the best idea if the horrifying thud was any indication, but I fell asleep right away so it didn't matter. In the morning, I was woken up with the announcement of visitors. I smiled as I sat up, scooting closer to the cells as all the young pups of the pack raced over with birthday cards, Moonwell cards, and Get better soon cards, all reading some version of 'we miss you' in children's handwriting. "Awe, you pups are the best. Did you all make these? Who paid for them?" I gathered the cards up and read each one happily. "Mr. Wells paid for them!" One of my pups yipped happily.

Kaelen dived into the smoke, grabbing Sera and pulling her back just as the peak of the mountain began to crumble. "Silas!" Sera cried, reaching out into the white light. But Silas was gone. He had chosen to be the anchor that held the gate shut. The Blood Moon began to fade, the red shadow sliding away to reveal the pure, silver light of the moon. The "Wild Hunt" vanished into mist. The silence returned to Oakhaven, but this time, it was peaceful.

Hello, my amazing readers! ❤️ First, I want to sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting. I know it’s been a while since the last update of Blood and Moonlight, and I’m truly sorry for the delay. Life demanded my attention for a bit, but not a single day passed without me thinking about this story and all of you who have stayed with me on this journey. Your patience, love, comments, and support mean the world to me. Every vote, every message, and every bit of encouragement has reminded me why I started writing this story in the first place.

He is going to kill me when he sees this. I had a “little” breakdown, and now it looks like a bomb went off. Chairs are overturned, books scattered, and the curtains now resemble a tattered flag on a battlefield. I catch my reflection in a cracked mirror. My hair is a mess, and my eyes are wild with anger and confusion. This isn’t me. What has gotten into me? I turn and look out the huge window. The moon shines above, and I feel both peace and turmoil. The room is eerily quiet until I hear the door softly creak open. Frank enters cautiously.

“I need to understand. I need to know why you’re doing this.” Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair, as if trying to keep his frustration in check. “I’m giving you a month,” he said finally, his voice cold and distant. “We’ll reject each other then. I don’t want to do it now because you just got your wolf, and I don’t want to cause you unnecessary pain. But after a month, this will be over.” Amara’s heart sank, her mind reeling from the weight of his words. A month.