Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

The moon shone above, showing its dominance over the land as this one hopes for her mercy to outlive this night. I slowly sense a trail behind me, so near, followed by numerous stomps of feet. I looked at my back and saw hungry eyes, the color of a blinding golden orb, darting toward me - ready to devour me. My heart is pulsed with a rush. I jumped, leaped, and ran like a rabid dog. But they were fast that it may seem unbelievable. One of them blocked my path. I turn to my right, but the awaiting gray wolf growled at me. I tried to take the left, leading to the west Tower Guard's keep, but two wolves were already holding the way.

They looked like twisted shapes neither wolves nor humans moving with unnatural speed. The Veiled Mother whispered urgent. "The Hollow Moon feeds on fear. Do not listen to what it shows you." Warriors began hearing voices in their heads. Dead loved ones. Lost memories. Deep regrets. Thorne heard his mother's voice calling him a failure. Rowan heard his dead brother begging for help. Riven heard his father clear and cold. "Weak son. You were never worthy." The voice nearly broke Riven. Rage took over and his wolf began losing control. Eyes flashing he raised his sword ready to attack anything.

Chapter 41 Harper’s POV It seemed as though my ears were playing tricks on me. I wanted, no I needed to hear her speak again but the field was awfully silent. Did I hear her right? Hun…hunting? “I wasn’t aware you all wanted to go hunting that badly,” she whispered to herself. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. Tonight was the full moon. The full moon made wolves go crazy, especially kids who weren’t yet in full control. I was as good as dead.

Boulder howled beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, the moonlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the grounds a sanctuary, the thrill a shared triumph. Lila smiled, her hazel eyes bright with pride, her voice soft, the moonlight illuminating her face, the thrill of the hunt a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “A story for the ages,” she said, her quill pendant gleaming in the moonlight, the moonlight dancing in her eyes, the grounds a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Spark howled beside her, her golden fur ruffled, the moonlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the grounds a sanctuary, the thrill a shared triu

Black gems encrusted the moon, making it beautiful in an eerie kind of way. “It’s so pretty,” Aisling murmured; the gems caught the light that crept through the window. As soon as I touched the moon, it was like my hands had a mind of their own. I picked up the moon and pushed it into the indention on the book. A distinct click emanated from the book. I pressed two fingers to the moon and turned it counterclockwise until the latch on the book was removable. “Brigid! Aisling!” I heard Papa calling from downstairs, but I couldn’t stop.

The two pills were in the shape of a full moon and it reminded him of the story Nathan had once shared when they were still a child. “Hey. Have you ever heard a story called ‘Moon Lovers’?” A child-like voice rang into his ears. Chris turned around before shaking his head innocently, “What is it about? That ‘Moon Lovers’ story?” Five-year-old Nathan grinned before he pulled out a picture book from his bag and flipped open the page, “The story was about the moon and a normal man.” The picture book had a drawing of a full moon shining brightly on the sky with an unnamed man standing directly below the full moon with a smile.

I could already hear the distant howls of my pack calling to me. For the first time in days, I howled back. Not in pain. Not in fear. But in defiance. The Moon had witnessed my fury. And it had chosen me. ---**

She just chose to hide it from Lyle. She couldn’t trust him with such information, not yet. So she had dismissed it. And then that was when the Super Moon happened and she started hearing howls. Howls of her own wolves in pain... her own wolves dying. She thought she was dreaming. It might as well have been a dream, because it wasn't possible. But it wasn't. It was a clear distress signal. And even when she got there as fast as she could when the moon was high and her own wolf was rebelling against her strong will.