Gustafa Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

The last thing I wanted was to fall in the rough, rocky water below and be swept out to sea. Once seated I gazed out at the dark horizon. The glow of the moonlight glistened off of the crashing waves, silver strings against the stormy grey water. Glittering stars peppered the deep blue sky, winking at me as they danced in the darkness. I traced constellations with my eyes, thinking back on the stories Mains had told me about each one and it's creation. The moon was full and bright, the hints of a golden tinge dancing on the edges. The harvest moon was only two nights away, due the night of the festival, and as was the rest of my world, I saw it making its preparations for its great costume c

His eyes softened as they met his mother’s gaze, her green eyes so similar to his own, and the hard line of his shoulders relaxed. “Mother,” he greeted, before gesturing to the surrounding revelry. “You’ve outdone yourself.” “Thank you,” she smiled, warmth flooding her face. “I feel the Worm Moon is often overlooked, but I do so enjoy all that it stands for.” Alvaro shook his head at Atticus, but he too was grinning. His bronzed skin was ridged with scars, made more prominent by the sweep of the long, dark hair tied back at the nape of his wide neck. “It falls so close to Ostran that it hardly seems worth all this effort. But if it keeps the pack happy, I suppose I see no harm in it.”

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

None of it was vegetarian, but she found herself craving things she had never had a taste for. "I'm not surprised. The harvest moon is getting closer. We'll have to start working on your transformation soon," he said, popping the top off a beer before offering it to her. "Thanks. You really think I can transform before the harvest moon?" "I don't know about all the hybrid stuff," he said. "You flower wolves are supposed to be able to, though. You die if you can't hack it by the time your first—er, in your case, second—harvest moon passes, so it's smart to start ahead of time. Good thing I'm here for that."

“Honey, I’m surprised you didn’t know. Theodore Watcher was one of the bravest and best vampire hunters according to legend.” “Then how come I’ve never heard of him in the legends!?” Liam scoffed. “Hell, it would have been pretty nice to know where I came from!” “Well, you came from me,” his mother snickered. “I remember that vividly. It was quite a day.” Liam rolled his eyes again as his mother added the berries to her granola. She stirred them in, chuckling the entire time. “Honey, I don’t see why you’re making this such a big deal. It’s just a silly legend, after all.”

**Jacobi Interjects:** "Charlie has also been gathering intel from her peers at New Moon Academy. While many students dismiss the rumors as mere gossip, a few are taking them seriously. We need to act quickly before the situation escalates." **Alpha Devin Responds:** "How much time do we have before this coup is set to take place?" **Jessica Replies:** "We have about two months Luke says they are going to complete their plans at the full moon festival. It's supposed to be a time of celebration where the king reconnects with the werewolf community. The large-scale festivities would be the perfect cover for a calculated strike. We need to rally our allies and prepare for what could be a signif

Under the radiant glow of the full moon, Silver Moon Pack members gathered in the heart of their territory, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Moon Goddess. Alpha Jake, Luna Mara, and the rest of the werewolves stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on the heavens. As the minutes passed, a palpable sense of reverence filled the air.

A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light. A low growl announced Nyx's arrival, my wolf aspect padded into view. Holy Moon Goddess, she was gorgeous. “Welcome back, little one,” she rumbled, her voice carrying directly into my mind like warm honey. A shimmer of silvery light heralded Astra's appearance. My witch aspect manifested as an ethereal figure that seemed to be made of moonlight and stardust. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales featured badass magical beings.

Alexander: So, you've been researching the children of the moon? Carl: Yes, when my Luna asked me to spread the word that a moon girl had awakened, I did some research to find out what to expect. That's why you haven't seen much of me lately. I've discovered some interesting things. The children of the moon are gifted children, but you already knew that. Our Luna sees the future… Alexander: Not just the future, she sees the truth.

“That’s appreciated, Elder Harvey.” Harvey beams and turns to me, his excitement barely contained. “You’ll be happy, Luna. The feast will be your formal introduction to the pack. Then, at the Blood Moon Festival, you’ll receive Eliora’s blessing for your union.” His joy rings out like a song. But inside me, a chill takes hold. The Blood Moon Festival. The one Primrose warned me about. The night the Luna goddess weaves her threads. Links true mates. How long does Gerald think he can fool a goddess?