Full Wolf Moon Book Novels & Stories

Just then, I recalled what my mom had earlier told me. I'm a Moon wolf and since that's the case, I need to find whatever is related to a moon wolf. I really do hope I'll find what I'm looking for. I searched and searched until I finally saw the ancient moon wolf pack, written in a large book. I let out a shocked gasp when I saw this. Finally I had seen what I've been searching for all this while. But I don't understand why the book volume is so large. What could be written in it?

But the young werewolf was determined to succeed, driven by a burning desire to unlock the power of the Moon Goddess and become the strongest werewolf in the world. And finally, after months of searching, he found it. The Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. With trembling hands, he wrote his name in his blood, unleashing the power of the Moon Goddess upon himself. In an instant, he felt a surge of energy, a rush of power that flowed through his veins. He knew that he had become more powerful than he had ever imagined, and that he would stop at nothing to protect the book and its secrets from those who would seek to use it for evil.

They aren’t exactly extinct but they go out of their way to keep to themselves. “Here, this is the pack. Harvest Moon,” River says, bringing a large book to my table. I push to my feet and carefully brush away some dust on the cover as I take in the crest. It’s a reddish rust colored moon, with three wolves howling around it. One, matches the color of the moon.

'Mum is never going to allow any harm befall you! 'What a piece of meal you are', one of the make wolves said as they circled about me 'What do you want?' I asked. 'You offended the wrong person!' he answered and the others sneered. 'I am new here and have not been with anyone, talk nothing of offending anyone!' I supplied. 'How dare you have relations with Alpha Conqueror?' a female voice said, coming out from behind a tree. She looked different from the rest. The others looked like rogues but she looked different.

Rain's mind wondered to the stories of his people and how they originally worked with the covens. There was a time long ago when witches and wolves worked together, witches would sometimes even find themselves mated to wolves through a gift of the moon goddess. But, one of those matings went wrong long ago. A witch named Aster and an alpha from the blood moon pack had become fated mates. But, the witch was sterile and could not have any pups for the alpha.

The strange wolves were talking, their voices low but clear enough in the stillness. “She has to be close,” one said. “Alpha wants the book,” the other growled. “He says the girl stole it—the librarian.” My stomach clenched. They were looking for me.

Someone—or something—was out there. I stepped back toward the door, my breath catching. Before I could move further, the shadows shifted, and a figure emerged from the treeline. My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a pack member. The man’s eyes glowed faintly, but not with the warm gold of Jaxon’s wolves. These burned a cold, unnatural green. His smile stretched too wide, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying an eerie, rasping quality that made my skin crawl. “The little human pet.”

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

QUEENETH’S POV The Weight of Balance The Moon demands payment. Not with thunder. Not with fire. It presses down instead. Slow. Unavoidable. A presence so heavy it feels like my bones are sinking into the earth. The sky pales, not with dawn, but with attention. Every wolf feels it. I see it in the way their shoulders hunch, the way breaths go shallow, the way even the Hollow King lifts his chin like he recognizes an old authority he never outran.

I should be happy that I won. But I was not ,as my motive was not his death but the protection of people. The people who were now burning with the flames of the fire that this red eyed wolf left. I could see the fire spreading around me ,people shouting and getting burnt. My body could feel the heat but I couldn't move a muscle to save them. My last move made me an empty shell. Watching the full moon above me. I felt helpless. I ,the thunder wolf felt useless for the first time.