Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

A small, evil smile lifted my lips at the thought. I sat cross-legged on a velvet-cushioned bench, a massive leather-bound tome spread open in front of me, my fingers tracing the faded ink of a chapter titled The Luminary Wolves. The wolves in this book were dated back to the creation of the world. Their abilities were out of this world, given to them by the moon goddess herself. The description of their powers came close—very close—but it still wasn’t right.

All were silent and patiently waiting, most were parents and understood the interruption. “I apologize for that. We do know the when and where. The prince plans to complete his goal at the full moon festival during the spring equinox.” “That is a sacred time of year when wolves from all over the country join together the renewal spring represents, the season and our bond with our king.” Gamma Derek said, sounding shocked and horrified. “It's almost the perfect plan they can blend in with the crowd and the king will be most vulnerable during the bonding ceremony; it would be the perfect time to strike.” Beta Zara sounded almost impressed.

Daisy dropped her doll, wide-eyed. “No,” I choked. “Not now. Not at five. Not without the moon.” I looked out the window just to be sure—no silver glow, no pale disc. Only storm. Wolves shift under a full moon. That’s what I’d been told. That’s what I’d read. So how were mine changing now, on a night with no moon and rain tearing the sky in half? “You’re only babies.” Another thunderclap. Harvey folded with a cry. Hyden dropped to his knees with a sound half sob, half snarl.

her mother said before fading into mist. Day Four: Darius nearly attacked Ava. “You don’t smell like her anymore,” he growled, his fangs bared. “You smell like the end.” Day Five: A storm broke out, but it wasn’t natural. Red lightning split the skies. Wolves across the forest howled in unison. The sky rained ash instead of water. Marcus said, “The gods are watching now. No more mistakes.” Day Six: No one slept. The stars blinked out one by one. Even the moon’s glow turned deep crimson—bloody, ominous. The trees leaned as though trying to flee.

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

Chapter 33: Full Moon The moon reached its peak and I heard him howl. While I feel like passing out and throwing up. I heard another howl which wakens my system. I felt the burning in y chest back. "AWOOOOOO!"I howled back and felt the craving of running to the wood where the howl came. I felt my bones move and my palm fell to the ground, I was about to run when Rylan stood in my way. I snarled at him and I saw how his face turned sad like he was betrayed.

Chapter 1: The Haunting Moonrise In the village of Ravenswood, a sense of unease gripped the inhabitants as the night of the full moon approached. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, a chilling howl echoed through the forest. The villagers shuttered their windows, locked their doors, and whispered tales of the werewolf's return. Chapter 2: The Hunter's Burden

“Explain.” Melody ran both hands through her hair and let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh. “I’ve only seen it once in a book,” she said. “Like, old-book. Old-old. Before packs started pretending we don’t remember the old things. They called it ‘star-sighted.’ Wolves born at blood-oath moments. Wolves born under direct claim.” She swallowed. “The Moon marked her.” Jessica covered her mouth with both hands, shoulders shaking. Jimmy whispered, “Holy shit.”

But the young werewolf was determined to succeed, driven by a burning desire to unlock the power of the Moon Goddess and become the strongest werewolf in the world. And finally, after months of searching, he found it. The Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. With trembling hands, he wrote his name in his blood, unleashing the power of the Moon Goddess upon himself. In an instant, he felt a surge of energy, a rush of power that flowed through his veins. He knew that he had become more powerful than he had ever imagined, and that he would stop at nothing to protect the book and its secrets from those who would seek to use it for evil.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.