Gladion X Moon Novels & Stories

The energy wraps around them like living chains, pulsing with ancient power as the ritual begins, the bond snapping. Cael lunges, aiming straight for High Priestess Selara, but I'm faster. I slam him into the wall and pin him there before he can take more than two steps. The impact rattles the chamber, drawing gasps from the elders. I hear Laia's frantic gasp of pain, and my jaw clenches, knowing I'm hurting her too. Just for a little while, Laia. He struggles against my hold, but I don't let him go. The Moon Relic was created to recognize false bonds, and also to break them.

“The council has sealed the contract. It will be honored.” Kael frowned, leaning back in his throne. “Even if she dies before the child is born?” “She won’t,” Damien answered flatly, as if daring anyone to argue. Silence stretched. Finally, Lucian’s gaze flicked toward Damien. “If the council questions her strength, how will you silence them?” Damien’s golden eyes slid back to me. They were unreadable, steady, terrifying. “We bind her.” My stomach dropped. “Bind me?” Before I could ask what that meant, a guard stepped forward, carrying a small silver case. He opened it, revealing a slim needle filled with glowing liquid—bright as molten moonlight.

"A special thank you to the Alphas and Lunas who have traveled from far and wide to partake in this year’s Celestial Bonding at Moonshade pack." He goes on to explain the significance of the night. “The bonding eclipse moon is a rare gift from the Moon Goddess. It was created to help our kind find their fated mates more easily, heightening our senses to its peak.” Then, a dark smirk plays on his lips. "It also, as many of you already know, makes everyone a little extra aroused and… horny."

He does not want harm to come to innocent people. “He speaks the truth”, Glan said. Glan is a powerful telepath and can dig into the deepest parts of peoples minds. “Thank you for risking your lives to come here, if you wish to join Silver Moon, you have a home here”, Xander said. “My mother and I would love that Alpha, thank you”, he bowed his head. He is happy to finally be free of the life he was forced to be a part of.

The air was alive with laughter, conversations, and the occasional burst of fireworks that illuminated the night sky in a mesmerizing display of colors. In a quiet moment amidst the festivities, Xavier and Uriah found themselves gazing at the night sky. The moon, now full and radiant, cast its gentle glow upon their faces. "Look at how the moon shines upon us," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with awe. "It seems as if the Moon Goddess herself is blessing our celebration." Uriah nodded, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Indeed, my love. This festival is a testament to the unity and resilience of our kingdom. It reminds us of the divine connection we share with the celestial realm."

The Breaking Moon The pearls on Evandra’s vanity glowed faintly under the golden lamplight, but her eyes were fixed on the dress instead. Champagne sequins shimmered like liquid starlight each time she shifted, catching and throwing flecks of light across her bedroom. She smoothed her palms down the fabric, steadying her nerves with the ritual. Tonight was the Moon Gala—the grandest event of the year, where every Alpha and Luna gathered under the watchful Moon Goddess’s gaze. It was supposed to be a celebration of unity, of strength, of bonds forged and unbroken, vows renewed, of bonds woven tighter under the silver blessing of the moon.

How could he, the servant, let his Master face danger? But Arlen saw a different picture; there was no way those men in red, navy blue and white uniforms could be bandits after a loot. They had to be warriors from the other kingdoms. "Julius, I have to protect you," Arlen explained. "No, I won't let you leave...I," Julius froze when Arlen knitted his brows, landing a finger on his trembling lips. As the beta held his breath, Arlen slowly took his spirit weapon. Moon was made of a unique stone that helped Arlen control his powers. It could take the form of any weapon its wielder envisions within a split second. Once Moon's double-edged blade was entirely created, it tore through the curtain t

"Who's despicable? Are you mocking the Bloodmoon Pack? Get out and take a whiff if you like. Enjoy it and you can clean up too." Adelaide laughed. "I'm no longer part of the Bloodmoon Pack. You should do the cleaning yourself, Luna Gloria." Gloria snapped, "As a royal Luna, publicly slandering the Bloodmoon Pack as filthy—aren't you worried about being a laughing stock?" Adelaide waved a tissue. "I'm not afraid. Are you, Luna Gloria? If not, should I tell outsiders about your wedding gift comparison?" Gloria's face changed abruptly—how did she know?

I nodded once, hoping it was the truth, even though the lie tasted bitter. From outside the chambers, I could hear the sound of music already playing, the chanting, the roar of the Crimson Moon Clan, as they gathered in the courtyard. My pack, my own people. Tonight has been planned as the night they would all bow to me not because of tradition, but because, out of all the young maidens, the Moon itself would recognize me. But instead of feeling special, the Moon awkwardly felt… far. “A Luna should at least feel full tonight,” I murmured. “Like the feeling gotten from standing under rain after a drought.”

She was strikingly gorgeous and her professionally done makeup only enchanced her natural features. But there was something about her smile. It was warm and friendly but something about it was giving me creeps. Of course, I did not act upon my instincts and shook my hands with her. She introduced herself, “Marcela Gray. Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack.” Oh, the Bloodmoon Pack. They are one of Silvermoon's ally but our packs don't interract much because Bloodmoon Pack was very far from ours. “Nice to meet you.” I said, “I am..”