Gustafa Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

The Broiia wolf had an infectious smile and a withering gaze that could destroy even the most stalwart person. Taking Emory’s hand, she pulled her along with a smile on her face, saying, “Eh, you look great.” They walked out of the gate hand-in-hand, and Kira squeezed her hand tight as she pulled her along, unable to contain her excitement. The moon shone brightly in Emory’s eyes as she looked up at it. It was one of the most beautiful blues she’d ever seen, and by the time midnight rolled around, the full moon would be visible.

“There’s a holiday honoring Luna’s son—the one who gave rise to the full moon wolves. It’s called the Full Moon Festival, and the entire town shuts down for a whole week. You should come visit since your schedule will be clear.” “When is it?” If I had a week free, I could finally finish recording my album—one less thing to stress about. “During the full moon of the fourth month,” she answered. “I’ll try to get approval,” I said confidently. “Will I get to see you too, Mom?” “I’ll do everything I can to be there,” she promised. “All right! Let’s figure it out. You guys can give Damian my number.” I ended the call right after that—my eggs were already getting cold. Then I went back to my usual

Her captivating dark-brown eyes promised me the world, pulling me into their depths even when she couldn’t feel the mate bond- I know because I searched for her the moment I felt it forming years ago. It had been years back, at an annual ceremonial gathering. We had been joined by a few members from the neighbouring packs that my father had invited to a wine moon party, more popularly known as ' Moon Harvest’, which is just a fancy way of inviting a night of fun and drinking before harvesting begins. Long ago, way before my father’s time, obviously, farmers would plant their crops late into the night, with the aid of the bright moonlight, as electricity wasn’t a thing back then. Tradition ke

“You're here.’’ He smiles, he's sharp obsidian orbs turning tender as candlelight in a quiet room. He hands the report card in his hand to Gustavo and approaches me. He looks perfect as usual. His pretty blonde hair is in its usual ponytail, but a low one this time. You can see a neat skull line parting his hair in the center. And blooming red lips begging for a kiss. He plants a kiss on my forehead and strokes my hair warmly. “What a gorgeous wife the moon goddess has blessed me with.’’ I return his smile. “1 to 100?’’ “A hundred over hundred.’’ “Oh please.’’ I giggle. Gustavo clears his throat, reminding us about his presence. “Good morning, Luna. I must say I support the Alpha on this one

I turned to see Terra approaching me with a serious, almost urgent expression on her face. "What now?" I asked coldly, already bracing myself. Terra didn’t flinch at my tone. "You need to be careful," she said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "The Harvest Moon has a way of revealing truths, whether we’re ready for them or not." My stomach tightened into a hard knot, but I kept my face neutral. "I know what I’m doing, Terra." "I hope so," she replied. "For Maya’s sake, and yours."

Tonight was set to feature a full moon—an already powerful period for our species—but that wasn’t all. To specify, it was a harvest moon. While the term dated back centuries, with human allusions to agriculture, for werewolves, it carried a different meaning. The significance of the harvest moon was that it held aphrodisiac qualities, putting us she wolves (mated or not) in a temporary period of heat that could last anything from a day to two weeks, and it was tradition for Pack females to go out on a mandatory girl’s night out to let out steam, clubbing and mingling with humans as the sensations were so heightened.

But still. Even the lucky few who are not subject to the ‘Burn’, are still expected—and happy—to share our energy, our essence, and our joy with the youngest moon in our own way. No matter the culture. Giving Sola and Lara, the larger moons all the break they need to gather their strength for the Harvest. Being a “farm girl,” let alone a Shin, this is every bit as important to me as it is to them.

I insist, just like I have for the past few days. The title still feels surreal to me. The honor I felt when Jaxon declared me as his Luna in front of everyone, the weight of what that means in this world, still takes my breath away. "There's a pack celebration coming up, Lu…Riley. The Harvest Moon Gathering," Katie says. "The Harvest Moon Gathering is our way of thanking the Goddess for another year of prosperity and protection," June explains. "It's a celebration of abundance and family bonds. This would be our first time holding it with a Luna present, and it would be such an honor to have you there."

She raised both of her hands to the moon and muttered something that sounded so much like Spanish more than Akeyria. " Puta si mesa quero, sancti vat buc", I heard her say, and something like a ring of smoke directly from the moon in the sky descended upon the earth, and I felt myself panic a little bit. She cupped her hands and the smoke all landed on it, her busy sexual schedule making it hard for her to concentrate and receive the smoke. By the time she brought her hands down, the smoke had turned into a ruby, a water colored ruby. Still riding on her man, she took the ruby and placed it on the other end of the dagger that had the opening, and the ruby fitted perfectly, making the dagger

He gulped, feeling goosebumps on his skin, blood moon, blue moon, he could hear the laughter of his enemies echoing in his eyes. "Now I know why we couldn't find her soul" Erroll shook, staring at the moon with admiration. "A witch kept it safe" King Caesar's eyes darkened. "It has to be one of the originals" Erroll shrugged. "Two escaped after all" he turned to the King, he could feel the anger raging from him as he glared at the moon like it had everything against him "I believe you know what this means?" "Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!