Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

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.

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

I insist, just like I have for the past few days. The title still feels surreal to me. The honor I felt when Jaxon declared me as his Luna in front of everyone, the weight of what that means in this world, still takes my breath away. "There's a pack celebration coming up, Lu…Riley. The Harvest Moon Gathering," Katie says. "The Harvest Moon Gathering is our way of thanking the Goddess for another year of prosperity and protection," June explains. "It's a celebration of abundance and family bonds. This would be our first time holding it with a Luna present, and it would be such an honor to have you there."

No one in my family had silver strands or eyes like mine. Mom looked out of the window into the darkness, "There was a fire." My mind immediately went to the images shown to me by the lake. What if the lake showed me the night when my biological parents died? "It happened on the full moon?" Mom looked back at me, "A few days after the full moon, you were born on the night of the full moon, but it was no ordinary full moon, it was the night of a blood moon." My stomach dropped further hearing this.

It's like watching a very weird food chain in real time. “The Bloodmoon is in three days,” she says eventually, setting down her knife. “We'll need to begin preparations.” Alaric doesn't look up from his plate. “Proceed according to standard preparations.” He cuts into his food before adding, “Clara will assist.” Excuse me? Since when was I consulted to work for Bloodmoon? “Bloodmoon,” I mumble. Right. Bloodmoon. The giant wolf holiday where the moon turns magically red and everyone gathers together to thank the Moon Goddess for things.

"Everyone is waiting for you at the pack house. The Harvest Moon celebration is about to begin. The elders are asking where you are." Of course. Today was our pack's most important celebration of the year. The Harvest Moon festival, where we celebrated our successful year and honored the Moon Goddess. As Alpha and Luna, we were supposed to lead the ceremonies together. Marcus straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, instantly switching from furious husband to composed Alpha. "Tell them I will be there in ten minutes," he said coldly. Then he turned his burning gaze back to me. "And so will Luna."

But the garden had never looked like this. Night flowers that should have closed before sunrise still glowed among the leaves. Morning cups had opened beside them. At the far end of the garden, rare blue buds shone despite appearing only under a particular alignment of the two moons. Even the small silver shrub near the window—the one Adelaide had fought with unsuccessfully for seven years—had finally bloomed.

I didn’t like fighting with him, it was annoying to handle. Stephan broke the silence first. "Hey, so have you been preparing for the festival?” I tucked the chocolate box under my arm. "What festival?" "The Harvest Moon Festival," he rolled his eyes, falling into step beside me as we started down the stairs together. "It's next week, Rora. Did you forget?” I shook my head but he didn’t look like he believed me. "Okay, it may have slipped my mind.” "Typical of you," Stephan said, and I smacked his arm causing him to laugh. "But I’m looking forward to the moon dance this year, last year was amazing and I think you should participate."