Gustafa Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

Asteria POV. Looking into his beautiful violet-blue eyes, I smile to myself. When I think about me being a potential hybrid. That couldn’t be possible, could it? “When is the next full moon?” I ask as he pulls his phone from his back pocket and types away on it. “Three weeks.” He shows me the screen on his moon app and it’s not just any moon, it’s a super moon. “Ok, we can work with this. You are already changing. For your first shift, we will need to be at the beach mansion.” I tell him and he looks at me, confused.

The largest moon I’ve ever seen in my life. The harvest moon, of course, hence the name of the festival. “What’s on the agenda tonight? Are they cutting our arms off this time?” “Misty told me you were dropped on your head as a baby, and I believe her,” she quips, glaring at me, her eyes full of moonlight. “And no, we’re not being flayed open this time. But…”

– Damon said Harper followed her king’s command. Right under the moonglow, they were all bare. Different shades of skin and colors of hair with no clothes on. Around the flat brimstone, they all gathered in a circle. Now what? Harper thought. “Sons and daughters of the moon, we are here again for our monthly hunt. The queen and I salute you for your presence. We’d like nothing more than seeing you all here with us on one big hunt. To commence, (Damon motioned to Antonio who walked towards him with the rabbit held by its ears), here is our first kill.”

“A Luna? But I thought they were chosen by the Moon Goddess, Selene.” “They are.” She nodded, leaning in. “Tell me, child. Has a full moon passed since you turned eighteen?” I thought for a moment and shook my head. “No, not to my knowledge. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago.” Magenta let out a deep breath. “As you probably know, when a she-wolf turns eighteen, she can present herself before the Moon Goddess for consideration to become a Luna. if she so chooses.”

Everything went fuzzy and I was out. Present Day. I stood from the couch and walked over to the picture on the wall. I stood in front of it, moving my eyes over the mix of colours. It was like a galaxy of stars, glitter and beautiful colours. It was the kind of picture that would make someone calm and happy. It was the type of picture someone could marvel at for hours. It was the kind of picture that someone would smile at. But not me. It was the same picture that I have been forced to look at thousands of times throughout my life. I crossed my arms and my fingers moved slowly over my forearm. The fingertips traced over the countless raised scars left behind from my childhood education. I le

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

It was as if she was meant to be by his side. She did not know how to explain it better than that. But she knew that she was not here for anything else than begging the guy for mercy. “Thank you all for being here tonight. The moon festival is a time for joy and celebration. It’s a time to give thanks and adoration to the Moon goddess. It is a time for those who don’t have mates to find their partners. It is a time for the light of the moon to wash us clean from our sins and make us new again. Tonight, we celebrate! Tonight, we become one as a pack! Tonight, we live!” He exclaimed, and everyone cheered at the top of their lungs.

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

She didn’t even bother to try to make amends first before insisting I attend the festival. The second day of the Harvest Moon Festival was always the most important one. It was when all the allied packs gathered to witness the burning of the offering and pray for continued prosperity. And Luna Helene would have every member of her family present and accounted for, looking perfect and playing their parts like the good little puppets we were supposed to be.