Novelas y relatos de Harvest Moon

The name settles into the room like something ancient waking up. Alpha Marcus's eyebrows lift slightly. "...Noctara." "That name appears in old Alpha records." Aiden glances toward him. "You've heard of her?" Alpha Marcus nods slowly. "Only fragments." "She was known as a Blood Moon Alpha." I sit up straighter. "...A what?" My father continues. "A Blood Moon Alpha." "One of the rarest Alpha variants ever recorded." "According to my grandfather, Aurelia was born during a blood moon eclipse sometime around 1790."

The light in her sigil flared violently. Kaelen grabbed her wrist. “What is that?” She met his gaze, fear breaking through her composure. “The moon’s calling. The Harvest Moon—it’s early.” He looked up. Through the storm, the clouds began to thin, revealing a pale red glow seeping across the horizon. The moon, swollen and shimmering, climbed higher with impossible speed. “Too soon,” he muttered. “It wasn’t supposed to rise for another day.” A voice drifted through the air, carried on the wind. “The moon waits for no mortal vow.”

“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

I washed my hands at the basin. "Vegetable prep for tonight's stew." Cora gestured to the pile waiting on the counter. "Then we need help with the festival planning. Decorations, menu finalization, the usual chaos." The harvest festival was three weeks away—Crescent Moon's way of celebrating another year survived, another season claimed. After everything with Conrad, these celebrations meant more. Felt earned instead of routine. I settled into the rhythm easily, knife moving through carrots and potatoes while conversation flowed around me.

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.

It was a song about the soil, the seasons and the people who worked the land. "The Harvest Festival is not a day " I whispered to the night. "No " Stephen replied. "It is the rest of our lives." We stood there watching the moon climb over the ridge illuminating the rows of vines, like an army. They were no longer the "Vane Vineyards". They were the heart of the valley beating strongly.

Cassie started unloading the truck with her sisters. Everyone was working hard to get ready for that night’s festivities, and she definitely couldn’t be seen slacking. Tonight marked the beginning of the Harvest Moon festival, and her pack, Sableridge, was hosting for the first time in 19 years, the last time being the year of her birth.

A gut feeling is what humans call it! Alpha Phoenix, the leader of our "Blue Moon pack" that worshiped the Blue Moon, hence the name, had two children; a daughter called Diana and a son called Gray who had yet to take over since he had not found his mate; soulmate that is. Every single wolf has a soulmate, in short another half made just for them. We usually find our mates when we turn eighteen years old and a wolf born into Alpha status like Gray cannot take the ruling position until they have a mate or old Alpha dies. That is why Mara, the daughter of the most loyal Beta of our pack, is his mate-to-be. If he does not find his true mate by twenty-five, he gets betrothed to a female worthy o

*Nella* A name suddenly flashed in Carra's mind. Then memories of the previous owner of the body flooded into her mind like a riptide. She was Carra, a machan and the eldest daughter of the Copperstone family. Her mother Sophia died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Angela was taken by her father to become his regular wife. Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and was living in obscurity until now. This year, she was eighteen years old.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.