Carolina Moon Novels & Stories

"We can't act impulsively again, or it will be too suspicious. You told me once, and you were right; we need to handle this calmly. Connor already saw her attack me, which was what we wanted. We’ll plan everything well so that next time, there will be no doubt that she's guilty, and he'll kill her." "She won't succeed; she won't stay with the pack," Carla says, leaving the room. But once in the hallway, she decides to take her secret path that only she knows. Thanks to the control she’s had over this mansion since she came into the lives of Connor and Clarisse's father, she has several escape routes that no one else knows about. She needs to arrange a few things with Augusto and get Carrie b

he said, his voice cold, "you are hereby no longer considered as a member of the Silverfox pack. All ties are severed. You are now a fugitive, an outcast." The pack erupted in a frenzy of condemnation. "Silence!" Serbian's voice cracked like thunder. A hush fell over the crowd. "On the rules guiding this pack, which include having an external affair with the Ironhearts, our sworn enemies. Caroline Moonbolt will face banishment. You have three minutes," he continued, a cruel grin spreading across his face, "to run. Run for your life, before the moon is fully upon us." I scrambled to my father's side. He was bruised and weak, barely conscious.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

"I've heard of her so-called beauty, and yet no lycan will mate with her." "Such shame, don't you think." Stella snickered and Claire joined in. "I hear Moon's Call will be at the feast, tonight," Claire cooed huskily, her expression now a bit dazed with anticipated passion she had for the lone lycan. "I can't wait to really see what he looks like up close. I've only had to admire him from afar," She said in indignation. Stella playfully nudged her with her shoulder as she whispered, blushing a bit, "You and your fantasies. Your father would have your head; you know? You are not to fancy any mate below your class and you very well know that."

Carolina Phoenix Corporation is the leader in the east coast shipping industry. The night of the blood moon all those years ago, I was given a chance at redemption. Though it wasn’t always easy, I made it with my beautiful Luna by my side. My pack has flourished under my leadership and I have managed to pull the Quisling name out of the mud and muck. Alpha Jerome will continue to lead this pack forward and continue to do great things.

As if hearing her name, Marly walked into the office, frowning. “I think the Moon Goddess has forsaken me,” Marly said as she moved towards Carson. He turned his chair so Marly could sit on his lap. I envied what they had. They were so in tune with one another and were the perfect pair. It was not always perfect, but they came out on the right side of things and are amazing leaders for the Full Moon Pack.

the maid said with relief, but after a minute she went pale. Nothing was happening to her. No coughing, no blood, not even a struggle for breath. Carly was still talking with her friends. “Maybe it's a slow one,” the maid said with apprehension. Carly, still completely oblivious to the maid’s torment, left the dinning with eager plans for the night. Soon, the Moon appeared and howls were heard. Carly slipped out of her room and walked towards the courtyard, she had planned to meet Rick. She met him standing with his arms stretched out, enjoying the wind and the beauty of the full moon.

“I have a sister. Her name is Bianca. She’s younger, louder, and braver than she thinks. She'd have led our pack beautifully if I wasn't around.” I refused to mention that she and Viktor most likely were taking care of Silvermoon in my stead now. I refused to think of Viktor, or his refusal to come for me. It was much too painful, the truth usually is. Carol’s eyes widened. “You’re really a Luna.” I let out a quiet laugh. “I was, I still am..” I told her about Silvermoon’s forests, the way the moonlight filtered through the trees during ceremonies. Carol smiled and nodded when I told her about Charlotte, my personal maid and dearest friend, how she always knew when to scold me and when to ho

She hoped for the best . " Cynthia ." Damon murmured as he saw the red moon rising . It was like a giant red peraly in the dark sea . Not even the dark gianoumous clods were able to hide the moon this time .It shone bright like never before . The red bloody moon was like the nature's clock ticking to decide their destiny . was it going to be a happy ending or Cynthia would die in the arms of her one and only first love Damon. " I hope the moon just disappears forever ." said Damon nervously .

*Ana* The room is bathed in amber light. For the first time in days, the clouds have scattered. That stubborn ceiling of winter-grey that's clung to the sky like a brooding bird refusing to leave her nest has finally taken wing. And in its place—sunlight. Glorious and gold, spilling through the carved arches of the Moonroom like a long-awaited blessing from the old gods. It dances along the mosaic tiles, each piece catching fire in miniature suns, warms the brass lanterns overhead until they gleam like captured starlight, and settles over the divans and embroidered pillows in waves of honey and liquid fire.