Full Wolf Moon Book Novels & Stories

“Entire packs were destroyed. Families slaughtered each other. The world ran red with blood as the wolves lost themselves to their animal natures. All because my first child betrayed me.” “What did you do?” I asked, looking up. The moon hung there, full and bright in the sky. I had never known a time when the moon went missing. I hadn’t even heard of such a thing in recorded history, other than the nights of the new moon, when our wolves ran free and wild, but not murderous—because the moon was always there, even if it was briefly hidden. Slowly, she moved her white hair aside, revealing her left breast. There, right above her heart, was a scar like a bite mark in the pearlescent skin. It wa

After some time, he finally found it – a locked box marked with the same emblem as Lydia's father’s ring. Kyle broke the seal. Within the container was various paper, drawings, and a single darkened leather-bound book, that seemed to thrum softly when touched. The title was engraved in an ancient language, yet one word stood out for him. Moonfire. As he flipped through the pages, he discovered a mixture of history and warning – they described wolves capable of using the nature of the moon, those with blood that glowed more intensely than bond, whose strength causes fear even to the gods.

You're listening. It was 11:14 AM. The show is called Midnight, he said with a wink. The time doesn't matter. He opened the book. His voice changed when he read. Lower. Slower. It filled the room like smoke. The wolf does not apologize for its hunger. The wolf does not make itself small to be loved. The wolf loves with teeth and territory and the bone-deep knowledge that to be alone is to be nothing. To be alone is to be prey.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more

She froze like my words affected her I took this as a golden chance and striked at her ...she being unguarded failed to dodge me and my wolf slammed into her and next we know both of us were rolling down the hill While she tried to push my heavy form ..my wolf continued to bite her wherever he could... Finally the slope ended and she laid under my wolf.. Her eyes shining in the moonlight and her face displaying many scratches with silvery liquid flowing out of them. It was time to play my ace One bite into her neck and all this chaos will end

It was the only way I knew how to protect him. He was the last thread tethering me to the world. If I let him get too close, I might snap and drag him into my darkness. I thought, eventually, he’d stop trying, but he didn’t. Even after months, even after seasons changed and the cold crept into my bones, Zevarion still came, always alone with something useful. Always with hope. During the full moons, my wolf would rise and hunt. She rarely spared rogues who wandered too close. The main pack knew this, they avoided the borders during the lunar peaks.

"She had a whole library of these old, leather-bound books. She used to call them her 'research logs.' She wouldn't let anyone touch them." ​ "Kael told me to look up the First Alpha’s Silver Wolf Prophecy and the unblooded female." ​ "That's a Silver Moon myth, Ember. It's supposed to be allegory, not history. It talks about the founding Alpha's mate—a rare, non-shifting silver-coated wolf—who sacrificed her bloodline to prevent a magical catastrophe. It's nonsense." ​ "Or it's not," I insisted, a strange, cold conviction settling in my gut. "Why would he, a man who despises inefficiency, be quoting fairy tales at his human mate?"

Moon asked confused. "Weren't wolves created without humans? I can't imagine how Gaia might have turned out had the human half hadn't been released." Moon commented. "You must understand the importance of the part we all play in this. I have dealt with Chad and his Council long before I was your alpha. Winter was an old wolf, and I was his Luna. Chad’s wolves are different beasts in their own rights, they need to be reguarded with respect, or whoever the Council faces in physical or psychological combat will fall every time." she paused to sip her coffee.

ZENDAYA We were all sitting at the dining table, celebrating the unlocking of my wolf. I was ready to be a Luna to black moon pack and Xander's mother was particularly happy. She was all over me, praising my beauty. She apologized for being mean to me earlier saying it was only because I had no wolf and they didn't want their son to make a Wolfless girl his Luna. According to her, they've worked so hard to make their pack what it was today. So they do not need a weakling to stand behind their mate.