Fursona Base Novels & Stories

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

I do have Aisha but if she ever visited me here she’d end up in prison for attempting to murder the pack’s medic alpha. I could speak to Ryan but I don’t think I ever want to discuss any of things unless I’m talking to a fucking therapist. My eyes shot a glance towards the window, and my jaw dropped. They still have it. The Fushi Festival. Fushi is still the pack mascot. It’s like a giant sushi roll. Our pack originally belonged to a clan of wolves from East Asia. But they were in foreign lands, and while they adapted and made changes to not seem strange, they wanted to keep some things fun and light.

“Funga...?” “Fungalstopsis,” she repeated. “It’s actually quite common in young wolf pups. They pick it up in their fur, and when they shift back to human form, they bring it back into their bodies. He needs antibiotics, but he’ll be fine.” Jade made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t so sure. “Leo?” I asked, but he was clearly relieved. “This is good news, Ava,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead. “I had it when I was a kid, too.”

Lizz said, lifting her head up from her sketch pad, the whole time Azulthaël and Rex had been speaking, she had been furiously drawing Azulthaël’s new form in detail making notes on estimated sizes. ‘He will have a pouch on his underside with mushrooms he can cultivate himself in short supply, no doubt the previous occupant would have stocked up before chasing us’ Fafnir growled, irritated, ‘Your lack of learning is disgraceful.’ ‘We are learning now, so be quiet’ Rex snapped back, getting another growl in response from Fafnir, mumbling something about insolence, “You will have a pouch on your underside that has the mushrooms it eats.”

"Bring everyone back. I have an announcement." Within moments, the hall filled again with wolves from both packs. Helena appeared at my side, her eyes red from crying. Casimir stood near the front, his expression unreadable. Malakar raised his hand, commanding silence. "Today, Seraphina has become my wife and Luna of Deathmoon Pack. She will rule beside me, and anyone who questions her authority questions me. Is that understood?" A chorus of voices responded. "Yes, Lord Malakar." He turned to Casimir. "Your sister will remain here as my Luna. However, I'm not unreasonable. Her maid Helena may stay to serve her."

What just happened? …………….. Meanwhile in the kitchen, the two men were having the time of their lives and occasionally their giggles would filter out of the kitchen which was making aura wonder what they were actually talking about. “So your sister is such a baby?” Malcolm asked as he poured the chopped onion into the pot. “She has always been a baby but things changed when her family began to bother her and I hate them for that. Aura had to work In that club as a DJ so she would have enough money to send to them” his voice was coated with hate and disgust for her family.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

"I wouldn't change anything either, my life has been worth living since you appeared in it, my beautiful Luna Queen, my mate, I love you Georgina my Fearless Luna." "I love you my mate , my Alpha King." END

I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, each word clawing its way out of my chest. “Your mother came from the bloodline of the Legendary Lunas,a lineage as old as the Moon Goddess herself. A sacred line of power passed down through the firstborn daughter of every generation. Unlike most wolves, their strength is not only in their fangs or claws but in their spirit… in their connection to the Goddess and the prophecy tied to her.” Sophia’s brows knit together. Damon reached out subtly, his fingers brushing hers in silent support. She didn’t flinch. She needed it.

“Pretend you never saw me. Pretend I’m dead. Whatever you need to do to be able to put it all behind you.” “Freya…you’re my real Luna,” I said quietly, and Freya stood there, jaw slacked. I needed to convince her, but how? She was being so goddamned obtuse and weird which made me want her even more. The burning desire flowing through my body and my wolf beckoning for me to reach out and take her into my arms… but I couldn’t just do that. I had to be patient.