Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

emed he may have scented his mate, but has yet to come across her. “Please allow us to think it over while you enjoy your stay here,” Ty said and the men nodded in understanding. “Of course, take all the time you need,” Sly responded. “I noticed the bustling of people around the pack earlier. Is there something going on?” Carter asked eagerly. “Ahh, that would be our LunaFest,” Regina spoke at once with a smile. “LunaFest?” Sly asked curiously. “Yes, it’s a festival honoring our Luna,” Ty said as he placed a hand on top of Azura’s, giving her a warm smile, “We hold it every year on the Second Full Moon of the year, which would be tomorrow night.” Sly looked amongst the men as Azura r

I spot Marlene and the little boy amongst them and call out their names. “Luna! Come, come see the corn we’re growing!” they call out excitedly. I turn to Ryder who smiles at me. Then, together, we walk hand in hand towards the crowd and join them in the harvest. EPILOGUE It is a full moon and the moonlight shines brightly on a clear still pond in the deep forest. The soft moonlight bathes all that it touches in a soft haunting glow. But the light from the moon pales in comparison to the bright shining orb in the middle of the pond.

She knew where everything was and what to do as she cut into her pancakes. “Oh, Liam,” Lily shook her head. “Think of it this way. It’s your last year that you absolutely have to do this. After all, we’re seniors now. We might as well enjoy it, because this time, we’re going to be kicking our feet up in Auburn U, huh?”

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

Headmaster Ronan begins. "Tonight we celebrate the harvest season, & the work that is put in throughout all of the packs worldwide to keep our economy strong & flourishing through the winter season. We honor them, as well as all of you & the work you have put in this school year to ensure a prosperous future not only for your respective packs, but for your kingdom as well. Per tradition, tonight a Harvest Alpha & Luna will be crowned. Our Harvest Alpha & Luna are students who have shown initiative, & have chosen to lead their fellow students by example. They ofcourse, have been chosen by you all. So, let's get to it.

I shrugged as I walked down the stairs. I could hear his footsteps from behind as he was trying to keep up with my speed. "Tomorrow, there will be a banquet." He muttered as he went quite like he was expecting me to gasp out in shock. "Yeah, every ninth month. They believe it is the harvest moon and they do their so-called celebration and thanksgiving. So, what about it?" I asked as I entered the kitchen finally. Dahlia was there already as she was preparing breakfast. "Oh! Good morning, Morgan." She greeted me as she wore a broad smile.

“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?

The largest moon I’ve ever seen in my life. The harvest moon, of course, hence the name of the festival. “What’s on the agenda tonight? Are they cutting our arms off this time?” “Misty told me you were dropped on your head as a baby, and I believe her,” she quips, glaring at me, her eyes full of moonlight. “And no, we’re not being flayed open this time. But…”

Damian asked. “Not so simple. Maybe during the midyear break,” I said. Right then, I heard my mom say something to him. “You heard that?” he asked. “Yeah. She mentioned something about a full moon festival. What’s that?” “Sweetheart!” my mom chimed in. “There’s a holiday honoring Luna’s son—the one who gave rise to the full moon wolves. It’s called the Full Moon Festival, and the entire town shuts down for a whole week. You should come visit since your schedule will be clear.”

My heart stopped as she opened it. Inside was a detailed plan. Diagrams and instructions. A ritual of some kind with specific requirements. Location. Time. Participants. And right in the center of the diagram was Dora's name in Richard's handwriting. Below it was a date and description. HARVEST NIGHT. Full Moon. July 27th. "That is three days away," Dora said. Her voice was barely a whisper. "What is Harvest Night? What is he planning to do to me?" I read through the instructions. Felt bile rise in my throat. This was not just manipulation. This was something darker. Something that would hurt her. Maybe kill her. The ritual required her blood. Required her to be bound and conscious. Required