Full Moon Novels & Stories

That is why a lady is only required to have enough wisdom for the benefit of her family and society. It's almost the full moon—the day we will all wolf out and the day many wolves will find their mate. The moment everyone is waiting for There will be lots of celebrations in different packs, lots of foods, lots of fun, and many more. The full moon is special because it’s the month of love. The month of March, full moon, according to the history, the it's marks the day the moon goddess found her mate. That is why the month of March is picked especially for people to find their mates.

This is Stone Wood's land, they know it better than we do, and for all we know they're out here, watching us even now. Oswald keeps a respectable distance as I walk away from the car and slip behind a tree. I sigh and lean against the trunk, looking up at the starry sky and bright moon. It's only a few more days until the full moon, and for the first time I can feel the oncoming moon, can feel its effects on my wolf. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch, and she’s eager to break free, to run without any restraint. After a few minutes, I return to my waiting guard. “I didn’t hear any peeing,” he teases.

The night of the full moon. Tonight is the night. I'm so glad they got everything done that they had planned to do. Selene really did pick the very best wolves to be her saviors. Both Lunas have been in labor for the better part of the day. They just keep ignoring it because they know exactly when it is time. I found the perfect place to perform the births deep in the woods in a wide-open clearing. Looking up at the darkening sky, I sighed. The moon will be framed by treetops at its peak. I sat there meditating on the scene that will unfold in a matter of hours.

When Italy's Most Dreaded Capo discovers his true identity, the world is thrown into disarray. A bloody war erupts between werewolves and the Mob. The dice has been cast, and the Capo must decide whose family he actually belongs to. The werewolf clan (where he was once a Beta) or the Mob clan (where he is now a Capo)? Is he his Alpha or his Don? His Mate or His Moll? His past life or the one he has grown to love? It's a conundrum with no way out without spilling a lot of blood and losing loved ones. ************************************************* Ryder's eyes were partially closed as he held a pistol to his head. That was the end of it. He's probably finished. He was not

The silver light erupted from my palms, forming into a high-energy barrier that deflected a hail of arrows and hurled the front line backward like toys in a storm. The battle for the Iron Pass had begun. And the Blood Moon pack was about to learn that they weren't fighting an army. They were fighting an extinction event.

But tonight, the valley was drenched in an unnatural, terrifying twilight. High above, the crescent moon was no longer silver. A slow, creeping shadow had begun to eat away at its edge, bleeding a deep, bruised crimson light across the sky. The stars had faded into an ominous slate-grey, and the wind had died down to a breathless, suffocating silence. The cosmic clock had struck its final hour. The Blood Eclipse was here.

"You need to adapt quickly. Especially with the Full Moon festival coming up." The atmosphere around the table shifted instantly as several aristocrats exchanged dark, meaningful glances. Emmeline’s stomach dropped. Had she missed something? "Festival?" She hated the slight tremor in her own voice. "Oh, nobody told you?" Ravenna suddenly materialized beside the table. Her dark hair shifted in the nonexistent breeze as a cruel, knowing smile curved her lips. "The Full Moon festival is one of our biggest celebrations. It happens once every season." "It's a sacred time." Elainna folded her hands in a picture of perfect piety, weapo

I cleared my throat slightly, glancing at Miriam. “So… what’s the full moon like?” I asked. Her knife paused for just a second before continuing. “It’s a lovely evening,” she said. “The whole pack gathers. There’s music, food… a ball.” “A ball?” I repeated, frowning. Before Miriam could elaborate, Elena perked up instantly. “Yes!” she said, pushing herself off the counter and coming closer. “It’s huge. You have no idea. Everyone dresses up, the hall is decorated, there’s dancing—”

Selene “Are you okay?” asked Izan as I sat a bit away from the center of the square. We had gone to a meeting in the square to finalize everything about the Blue Moon celebration. An astronomical holiday that the North could enjoy every three years, due to the occurrence of a rare natural phenomenon: the appearance of the blue moon. The phenomenon was not related to color; it was actually based on the appearance of a second full moon during the month. It was something extremely rare and could only be appreciated very well in the North. However, the most amazing thing was the fact that this moon was always a supermoon; that is, the moon would be closer to the p

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Moon and the Promise The night unfolded like silk—slow, shimmering, endless. The villa slept, wrapped in the hush that follows survival, when even the walls seem to breathe lighter. Anna stepped onto the terrace barefoot. The marble was cool beneath her skin, the scent of sea and jasmine threading through the air. Overhead, the moon loomed—vast, whole, and silver as truth—its light pouring over her like a benediction.