Novel & Cerita Brother Wolf Sister Moon

Before I could continue saying anything, I was interrupted by my sister. "Your friend will soon be the moon of Dante's pack, whether you like it or not, she won't be your friend anymore, and don't worry no one will hurt her, those wolves respect their moon as themselves, because if something will happen to their mates, they would also die or hurt them," My sister replies in a very serious tone to my girlfriend. Kiara stared at me, and then asked, "Is that true, I know you wouldn't be able to lie to me, you are the man I trust, tell me if it's true what your sister said?"

My brother stretched out his hand to me and said, “let me introduce you to some really close friends of ours. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Jaxon as I made my way to my brother. “Baby girl meet one of my best friends Jaxon Cross, alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack, and his beta Gabriel, and his gamma Leonardo. Gentlemen meet the price jewel of the underworld, and the queen of the werewolves, my sister Artemis, or as the elders like to call her the ultimate Luna.” “Wait hold on… YOUR sister is the Luna of all Lunas?” asked Gabriel. “That’s one hell of an introduction,” I say rolling my eyes. “Nice to meet you,” I say while shaking hands with Leonardo.

I tell the Moon Goddess as I lower my head, upset with myself that I had put my wolf second after finding my mates. “Willow, your wolf has a warrior spirit and that can never be taken away from her. As for your mates you will find they will come to accept you and your wolf for who you are to truly become. I have plans for you and your wolf as a bigger evil is on its way. I fear that my dear sister is back from the dead and I should have known even hell couldn’t hold her.” The Moon Goddess said to me, and I lifted my head to look at her, as I was confused about who her sister was. “Your sister?” I asked her.

The moon at its fullness readily shone on mountain Gaza. The whooshing whispers of the wind tore into every part of it. The mountain was readily situated at the center of five wolf kingdoms ; Azra, Ezra, Nitra , Yarna and Baduk. For every other night, it would have a lovely sight to behold the parts of the five kingdoms from the peak . But tonight, the case was totally different. The tension was high and uncertainty was the mood . Duncan , the alpha king of the most powerful kingdom, Azra, had begun a quest that was long buried. A quest to bring every other kingdom under his rule.

Liam said to her. “True? You knew that it was possible with the help of a white wolf! One that happens to be in your family, your sister is a white wolf!” Layla said to him. “When I left the Crescent valley, my sister was nothing. She was human and she couldn’t access her wolf genes. The last white wolf was my mother and she died in the last war between the Crescent wolves and the Blue moon wolves so I had no idea that she is a white wolf and I still have no idea! I am not sure and I am dying to confirm this information just as much as you are but you can’t blame me for it. My mom was a white wolf and she killed so many people all in the name of trying to sire them! Out of ten, only one surv

The torture has become a part of my daily routine in the last ten years, but I'd been stupid to think it will be better in Silver Moon than it was at Silent Moon pack. Silver Moon and Silent Moon packs are sister packs. The alpha's of both packs, Alpha Thane and Alpha Ronan are brothers, and my father had been the stupid beta of Alpha Ronan that thought he deserved the alpha's seat, and he'd almost dethroned the alpha. I was only eight years old then.

He could already feel his frustration starting to build and he almost immediately could tell that all was not going to be well in a couple of minutes. His wolf growled and so did he. "Easy, Alpha," Dathan, as if able to read his thoughts, whispered to Reyes as he walked behind him making his way towards the clearing. They had a cresent moon hanging above their heads which gave a weak light to the surrounding, making the darkness of the forest around them look even more eery. He wondered how his sister had come to find this place as she was not one to leave the castle ever so often, talk less of coming all the way to the forest.

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.

With gritted teeth, she managed to push the rock away from the mouth of the cave, to be greeted by a terrifying wolf that stood in front of her with bloodlust in its eyes and blood on its maw. The wolf opened its maw wide, as it launched itself toward Madison to take a big bite. A scream like no other, escaped Madison’s lips before silence returned in the terrifying calm.

The empty spaces where seven wolves once stood like a circle that couldn’t be broken. “They’re gone,” I say. “Gone how?” I think about that. About the moment the thread snapped. About the way everything just… stopped. “Unmade,” I answer. The word sits between us. Heavy. He studies me like he’s trying to see what that cost. I don’t help him. I don’t know how to explain something I barely understand myself. His gaze shifts upward. To the Moon. It’s still there. But it looks… farther. Smaller.