Hang The Moon Novels & Stories

I don't see myself ever forgetting, but maybe for a few moments Moon can chase the demons away. Moon lifts me up in his arms, cradling me for a moment before he tosses me on the bed. A small scream escapes me and I laugh at the suddenness. The laughter dies when his fingers go to his tie and he slides it from his neck, dropping it on my chest. I lick my lips.

The only present that I could afford for her was this handmade pendant that was her name molded with metal wire, with a rose quartz shaped as a crescent Moon, fixed on the top of her name's last 'A'. Entering through the main gate, I made my way towards the garden when someone pulled my hair harshly and yanked it, causing me to fall on my back. I hissed in pain, rubbing my back. Neither I have to look up to know who that motherfucker is nor I have to tell you. "Get up, you useless piece of shit!" Her voice was filled with annoyance and extreme anger. Taking the support of the ground, I forced myself to get up to just be pushed against a wall by Mara, her canines extended. Her free hand quick

Chanda murmured as her heartbeats quickened. “Serafina.” The voice repeated, but it was closer now. Chanda felt cold hands grip her skull and press tightly, but it wasn’t painful. The candle went off, making everywhere completely dark. She closed her eyes in fear of what could come next, since she had obviously lied “Ah. I see.” Chanda felt the pressure on her head lessen and the figure moved away from her. “Look up.” It ordered. Chanda opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling of the hut. A mold of the moon goddess was hanging there. It was glowing.

Lexi had passed out after orgasming hard, and Moon was still hard in his pussy and not to mention Sky. He was confused and then Moon could see the pain of hanging with a pair of blue balls registering on his face. He carefully pulled himself out of the glory hole and made sure not to disturb Lexi as he scrambled off to where Sky was lying with his fist on his cock. Moon spread his legs and settled in between them to hold both the glistening cocks in his one hand and started pumping them in a big fist. “Moon….” Sky moaned but Moon wrapped his hand on his throat, shutting him effectively.

Somewhere beyond the clearing, beneath the wide moon hanging like a blade in the sky. The hunt had begun.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

I said, my gaze locked on hers. But as the moon climbed higher, fat clouds gathered on the horizon, grumbling with thunder. The air grew heavy, electric. "Storm's coming," Mr. Hang announced, eyeing the sky. "Best get the little ones under cover." The pack scrambled, erecting tents and awnings, but the first drops fell—fat and warm, a summer deluge that turned the ground to mud in moments.

He heard the old man grumble as he went back to the kitchen to get Tarrin the chocolate milk in new cup. Once the old butler brought him the to go cup, they said their goodbyes. Walking out into the chilly night air, Tarrin took a deep breath and looked up towards the moon. It wouldn’t be long and the soft hay colored glow would be in full circle while he was locked up for the night. He felt a twinge of longing to see the moon when it was full, Tarrin couldn't remember what it looked like, even if he caught a glimpse after the wolf came out, he still forgets by morning.

He climbed into his car, wore his seatbelt and gazed at the sky. “Adams Paige, not sure of your true identity but soon, you won't be able to hide it any longer ” Calven referred to the moon festival which comes up every twentieth day of the New York calendar. On that day, there I'd a huge surge of power radiating from the purple pendant worn by them, till then, he'd be able to know what truly her identity was. Meanwhile, In Allen's penthouse. “Stay away from me! All of you!” Paige yelled on top of her voice, hiding behind the masculine figure of George. She pointed to all of the maidens holding scissors and some make-up kits.

The next morning, after a week of fierce wind and rain, the weather finally cleared up. As the radiant sun rose from the east, all the werewolves cheered and howled at it together, filled with ecstatic joy even more intense than when facing a full moon. The damn hurricane had passed, and the damn lockdown was finally coming to an end.