Romans & histoires Galaxy Moon Wolf

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

He held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right. Dubai was close and ready to take the lead after throwing a sharp rod. Ragnar didn't expect much from him. He didn't know how effective it was because he was trying to sharpen his tip in the flames of a fire he had never handled. Still, it was better than nothing. Ragnar thought he had a nose shield. He shrugged. He also wants one of Ranek's magical weapons. For him, both were equally inaccessible. Ragnar was speechless. The fur on the back of his neck rose and he heard claws lightly scratching the stones, then the Fenris Wolf appeared. Surprised at how well his eyes could see even in the dark of night, Ragnar immediately noticed th

We never really did anything and you can't black mail me because you'll just be exposing your self for molesting me. I passed it to my friend Kairi who gave it to him. He looked in my direction and gave me a smirk. He brushed his hair with his hand. His leather jacket's zippers dangled making a jiggling sound from far away. Gossip had started circulating in class, the popular girls were gazing at me with killer eyes. The resentment within them sent chill down my spine as my wolf side sensed their ambiances. He then passed me another note. 'Dont play dumb with me. I saw what you are, wolfie, I recorded you change and with one single button the video is gonna be viral online. Your whole life w

Frank Kilburn, Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack, fumed because for hours now his wolves tried to find some proof that he could use to push the Twilight Wolf Pack and their annoying leader out of a region before they discovered what he was doing. He needed the white wolf back, too.

So he started following the sound into a wooded area that separated the paths of the main buildings to those of the ranked wolf dorms. Then he caught her scent, mixed with fear, and if I thought I'd never seen him this angry before, well I was surprised at how much more angry he got. Our enhanced eyesight with him in control allowed us to see farther through the night than I usually could, and that's when we saw them. We saw her trying to fight him off, and I could feel Lunar's pride when she punched him in the throat before punching him in the face and then the chest. But when his wolf came forward Lunar jumped into action moving quickly and stealthily through the trees until we were right

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.

Damn it. I’d promised her she’d be safe, and I meant it. But the universe seemed hellbent on testing my limits. The wolves who patrolled the borders knew better than to send out a warning unless it was bad. Real bad. The moonlight sliced through the canopy above, its silver glow illuminating my path. I wasn’t dressed for a fight—half of my buttons were undone thanks to Jane’s impatient hands—but I didn’t have time to fix that. Her hands. Her lips.

the man from before said, and all my world came crashing down. Alpha? Another Alpha? What kind of sick game is the moon goddess playing with me? "Mine!" his voice boomed around us, letting us know his wolf was in charge. He was coming towards me when his eyes suddenly changed color, and he stopped abruptly. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself, turned on his heels, and left. Oh, great. Our second chance at love doesn't want us to. Way to go, moon goddess.

Wolves across the clearing raised their heads, their voices caught between howls and silence, for the instinct to answer the moon was clashing with the terror of its faltering glow. Kaela gripped her blade tighter, her knuckles white, and whispered, “If the moon dies, then so do we.” And though no one answered her, every wolf in the clearing knew the truth of it, and every heart carried the same unspoken fear.

Helios growls as we charge towards the closest pack, which is a small pack called Sun Moon. It was established not long ago by surviving wolves wanting to be closer to Riverstone and has done surprisingly well. The battle-hardened wolves might be small in number, but their skills are impressive.