Harvest Moon Grey Novels & Stories

"Thank the Moon Goddess, you finally came," Aunt Mary anxiously awaited us at the back door. Her tone carried both concern and reproach. Seeing me all drenched, her eyes filled with compassion, "You're such a foolish child," she gently patted my hand and then she shot Hilda a death stare. Aunt Mary is always overprotective of me, and I really love her for that.

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

It was her 18th birthday, the day she would find her soulmate, or so she was told, but that was a problem for another day. After saying goodbye to her older brother and sister-in-law, Lilith made her way to school. The walk toward Lichen Hill High was nice and quiet. Lilith took her chance and looked at the scenery, noticing that the leaves had changed colors from vivid green to light orange-yellow signifying that fall had reached their door. She couldn't help but smile; fall was always her favorite season; it reminded her of her parents. Her father's wolf, from his Dark Autumn fur, always seems to be in place in the frost. At the same time, her mother was Kincha Brown, who always seemed to

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

Hannah It was well past sundown, and the grounds were still bustling with people, while more pack members from both Silvermoon and Nightcrest continued to flood through the front gates. The soft blue hue of the rising moon bathed the trees in pale light, and the air was mingling with the scents of roasting meat, baked pastries, and fresh bread. The sound of laughter and distant chatter blended into the background like a distant hum. “I think we might have actually pulled it off,” Noah murmured beside me. “Look at how many people showed up.”

Chapter One Hundred And Forty Seven: (When Graves Are Still Warm) NINETEEN HOURS LATER The moon loomed high above the pack house, it's silver glow casting an ethereal sheen upon the freshly dug graves behind the building. Blake stood at the edge of the gathering, his boots caked in mud, his clothes still clinging to him from the rain that had battered the grounds for hours before finally retreating. The air was sharp with the scent of wet soil and death.

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...