Charcoal Moon Novels & Stories

A promise of her own. Joy kindled behind Dylan’s tired gaze. “No deadline,” he whispered. “No deadline,” she echoed. --- #### Harvest Hearths By the time they returned to Moonfang, the valley lay striped gold and soot gray from drifting ash, yet the festival hadn’t died. Villagers lit new lanterns, calling it the Char-Fire Blessing—flame that burns lies and tempers steel. That night Ophelia stood in her library loft, window ajar. Below, children drew twin-wolf emblems on the snow with charred sticks. Above, stars glittered cold but friendly.

“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

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

Akshara and Mrs Blackfire have been living in a palace which was located in a place named, Ardna Chirig. Akshara was nurtured up by her so-called godmother, Nicoria Blackfire. Ardna Chirig appears to be the land of spring and warmness which has the unique myth, the land was famous for its peculiar effect of glowing leaves and flowers on the specific full moonlight. The transparent leaves reflect the rays of the moon and emit its shining glow at night time. It happens only at the particular full moonlight in which the moon appears silvery first and changed to bluish silvery colour later once in a decade called Blue moon night.

“Your mate. You just rejected your mate.” Charlotte looked at me like she had just gotten caught with her hand in a cookie jar. I smiled. “I am a wolf too.” She looked relieved. “Oh. Really?” “Yeah. You probably cannot smell my wolf that well right now because he is buried under a couple bottles of wolfsbane whiskey. I needed a break from all things Moon Goddess.” Charlotte nodded. “Don’t I get that.” “Wait… if you just rejected your mate, shouldn’t you be passed out in a hospital bed somewhere?”

CASSIUS I arrived alone in my truck, leaving Xachariah and the Silver Crescent Moon warriors a couple of miles behind. As I spotted the group of men gathered around Charity, I contacted Xachariah. Within minutes, he arrived with reinforcements. It’s clear that we’re outnumbered by the Howler Moon’s Pack. We have confirmed Alpha Joseph’s suspicions that Charity is not trustworthy. Now, we face over fifty warriors from the Howler Moon Pack, while our group of twenty stands ready to confront them. Approaching Charity, I notice her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her long, manicured fingernails on her arm, and a smirk on her face.

If I stayed in the foreign lands for another winter, would the pack completely forget my name? "The scouts gathered some bark-records about Ava," Charlene says, pushing a scrying-stone into my lap. "She went to the Moon Council fire today and used Connor's power to make herself look big. Don't you think a female like that is a dangerous viper?" I open my eyes and snatch the stone. I do not have the patience to read all the small scratches. I just glance at her face and toss the stone back to Charlene.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

“Your fear opened the first gate. Your anger pinned the tracker. That means your blood is awake.” “I don’t want this,” I whispered. Dax’s gaze sharpened. “Wanting has nothing to do with prophecy.” He reached into his coat and pulled out something small wrapped in leather. He opened it and revealed a thin sliver of pale metal—Moon-silver—etched with the same split crescent. My throat tightened. “Where did you get that?” “From a cage,” he said. “From someone who didn’t make it out.” He set the sliver beside the circle. “If you step into the Hearth, you can pull the bond like a rope. You can draw him through.”

I wondered why these two had come here for or why my kids sounded so excited to see them. "Hello, welcome to our humble home. This is Starrymoon pack and I am Charlotte Riley Helm. I'm also the luna of this pack. How do I owe you this pleasant visit." I asked. I watched Alex make gestures to me as if I would understand the signs she made with her hand. Damien was also mouthing something to me. But I still didn't understand. I only turned away from them when I heard the guy clear his voice probably wanting my attention so that he would answer my questions.