Gladion X Moon Novels & Stories

I walked back over to my seat, leaning my elbows down on my knee. “Okay, I am listening,” I say wiping my hand down my face. “The moon goddess told your mother that your sister would need a strong and powerful mate to help protect her from the evil that would try to use her, to stand by her side.” He began to explain, “Her mate would be the future Alpha of her pack. Alone they are strong but together, they will be able to stop the evil forces that will becoming for our world. These rouge attacks aren’t random, they are looking for the Moon’s Luna, the wolf blessed by the moon goddess herself. She will have some power when she shifts, but once she mates and is marked with her mate, both of

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

The decorations were breathtaking, silver lanterns, glowing crystals, and banners that glowed like starlight. A deep drumbeat echoed in the night, signaling the start of the celebration. Lyssara looked up. The moon had risen, bathed in gold. The Celestial Moon appears only once a year , a divine blessing upon the realm. She inhaled deeply, feeling the sacred air of Moonveil rush through her. But she had to be careful; if her emotions spiked too high, her cloak could shatter. Still, she couldn’t help but giggle, excitement bubbling through her.

~Ryan~ The blessing was bullshit. A show. A well-rehearsed, well-polished formality. Nothing more. Zaphyr stood before us, as imposing as ever, his voice thick with authority as he spoke the sacred words. "May the Moon watch over you both, may your union strengthen the pack, and may your bond remain unshaken." I bowed my head. Because I had to. Because that was the way things were done. Tradition pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.

The sacred glade had not been used in living memory. Hidden deep within Silvercrest territory, accessible only to those the Moon Goddess herself deemed worthy—or worthy of judgment—it lay silent beneath a sky thick with stars. Luna had never seen it before. Neither had most of the pack. But tonight, the ancient stones would witness history.

Jannah who was at the top bunk above Kaerlia spoke and the others responded in agreement. "We could say a word of prayer to the moon goddess if that would ease you up," Horia suggested and Kaerlia nodded her head frantically as she closed her eyes. "Oh, dear moon goddess, your humble creations have come to your feet to ask that you show us mercy and grant us strength and agility to win the event and make our pack proud," Horia said. "So shall it be," they announced in unison. "Good night." And so, in the heart of Glacier Pack, under the watchful eyes of the moon, they prepared for the coming day.

Luis smiled. “Wow! What a wonderful speech from our Clan Master!” Henry smiled as he looked at the tray beside him. “The final winner of this contest is going to receive 100 billion gold coins and the Tears of the Moon herb! The rarest herb that the Clerk Continent had! The Tears of the Moon! Congratulations to the Eudoxcus Clan!”

She looked more annoyed than worried. Alex and Gale stood about six paces apart on the sandy ground. They were unclothed, except for a moon-bone girdle that hung on their waists like undergarments. Those girdles were made with a special leather-like material called moon-bone which didn't get ripped up after werewolves turned to their wolf form, making sure that they weren't going to be naked after fighting. The small crowd quietened. Alex and Gale stood opposite each other, their gazes cold and hard. Nolan stood at their center, made a sign with his hands and then bowed his head really low before leaving the space.

“Interesting.” “Interesting?” I echoed. “That's all you've got?” Her lips quirked. The closest thing to a smile I'd ever seen from her. “Supernatural dynamics are complex, Aria. What seems like a potential disaster could be a precise magical alignment waiting to happen.” She walked to the center of the concrete space, gesturing for me to follow. “Moon magic,” Elara began, “isn't learned. It's remembered. Awakened.” Her hands started moving. Intricate patterns that seemed to cut through the air itself. Energy crackled—thin blue lines of power that danced between her fingers like living electricity.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.