Harvest Moon Dating Novels & Stories

Sarael pulled her hand from mine and rushed back to her phone. “Sarael? What is it? Your thoughts are disjointed. I can’t get a read on you.” I asked, worried as she quickly checked her email searching for something specific. “The Hunger Moon.” Sarael held her phone up to a picture of an old parchment. I assume it’s something she was sent by one of the Qadir brothers at the guild. “What is special about the Hunger Moon? It occurs every February. It’s just the name for the full moon.” I furrowed my brow taking her phone as I tried to read the faded archaic Latin written on the parchment below the image of the moon.

Even if the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. “You’re Tyler’s bride. The next full moon will be the Worm Moon and that will be the time which you and Tyler will be wed.” “Worm Moon? That’s a pretty odd name,” I said. The woman laughed. “Worm Moon is the name of the moon for March’s full moon. Each month has their names according to ancient traditions. January’s full moon is named as Wolf Moon which is the most sacred moon for werewolves and so forth.” “Werewolves?” My brain seems to leave my own skull and bathe in the same mud I was just soaked in.

Both bow their heads. "Good to hear the goddess must want to get your pack back on track quickly. The other packs from the New Moon Alliance are still struggling to get back on their feet." Just hearing New Moon Alliance makes my stomach turn. "To help rebuild your pack's reputation, it's been decided by the Council that you will host the Amaris pack for the Harvest Moon Festival in October. Alpha Conor can check on your progress, and since your packs are now connected, it would be a good opportunity to cement alliances."

Celeste It was the night of the Autumn Equinox. The Harvest Moon was starting to rise in the clear dark sky. Everyone in the territory was preparing for tomorrow's Autumn Equinox celebration known as Mabon. I, myself, was supposed to be preparing for the Harvest Moon dinner but I was having contractions. I had thought it was Braxton Hicks contractions, but these contractions were bearing down on me within regular periods. "It's too soon, Emma. She can't be coming yet. It's too soon." I started doing my breathing exercises so I could keep calm. I was two weeks shy of being seven months pregnant, so my shock when I began going into labor.

"Have you decided on a date yet?" Jormo asked as Hana moved to my side and slipped an arm around my waist. My initial thought was 2016. Yeah, 2016...the late fall, or early winter of 2016. "Certainly not before Christmas," Hana decided. "Maybe Valentine's Day?" she looked to me. "How about the Spring Equinox - that is on a Friday, March 20th next year?" I suggested.

"You're not the only one who's waited for their mate." “Well, then, I’m sure you understand why we shouldn’t continue this little entanglement,” Visenya stated firmly. “I suppose you’re right,” he respectfully indulged her. “The moon will be full in nine days. I know how special this one is for you.” “I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life,” Visenya replied with a hint of longing. “And it just so happens to coincide with the Summer Solstice this year.” “Yes, the first one in seventy-five years, I’ve heard,” Lucian added.

Anastasia explained. "Such as?" "Like in January, it's the Ice Moon. In February, it's the Storm Moon. In March, it's the Wind Moon. In April, it's the Wild Moon. In May, it's the Fire Moon. In June, it's the Ghost Moon. In July, it's the Light Moon. In August, it's the Sing Moon. In September, it's the Blood Moon. In October, it's the Frost Moon. In November, it's the Oak Moon. And in December, it's the Wood Moon," replied Ms. Anastasia.

"That's excellent news." "It is. Lady Isara sends her greetings. She also wants to know if you'll be attending the harvest festival in the south." Kael considered the question. "I'll have to check my schedule." Mira laughed. "You don't have a schedule. You make the schedule." "Exactly. I need to make sure I have time for it." --- The harvest festival was held on the first full moon of autumn. Kael and Rhydian traveled to the southern kingdoms, their journey accompanied by the warm colors of the changing season. The southern lands were beautiful in autumn, their hills painted in shades of gold and red.

“I never imagined life could be this full.” ‎ ‎Lyra smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. “Neither did I. And yet, here we are. Together. Forever.” ‎ ‎The moon rose high, silver and brilliant. Wolves howled in harmony. And in that moment, the bond of Moon and Wolf became legend. ‎

They just made sure there were witnesses when they hurt you. I pressed my fingers against the tender spot as I hauled another crate of dried meat from the storage shed to the preparation hall. The Harvest Moon ceremony was tomorrow night, and everyone with tainted blood had been conscripted for setup duty. Because heaven forbid the precious high-bloods strain themselves arranging flowers and hanging lanterns for their own celebration. "Need help with that?" I didn't have to turn around to recognize Theo's voice, warm as summer rain and twice as persistent. "I've got it."