Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

Phoebe My blood boiled in anger when I locked my gaze on the full moon that was obscured by white puffy clouds outside my window. In no time, the clouds will disperse from the Moon, revealing a powerful naked Moon, shining in all its glory as all wolves would be connected to the Moon goddess. And by midnight, I would be howling like a shameless bitch alone in the woods after shifting and running. Except I wasn't alone, my subjects would be howling alongside me.

The words seemed heavier now. Darker. The children were playing under the full moon when it began. I froze slightly. The full moon. A strange coincidence. At first, it was his hands. They stretched. Twisted. Bones cracking beneath skin that no longer knew how to hold its shape. My heart started to race. Then came the sound. Not a scream. Not a cry. But something deeper. Something animal. I shut my eyes briefly. “No… it’s just a story,” I whispered. But my hands refused to close the book.

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

[ Under the moon's age-old gaze, In an era where myths and mortals merge, Two wolves roamed the shadowed lands, Crafted by the moon's own hand. ] These lines resonated in my mind, sending a wave of realization through me. This was a crucial discovery, the first real clue from the necklace's mysterious song.

I whispered, trying to stop my voice from breaking. Silvermoon wasn’t too far from the lunar pack. They were a powerful pack, the largest in the country. As we entered the territory of Silvermoon, I knew I couldn’t run away here forever and that eventually I would have to go back but I didn’t know how my wolf would handle either option. I could hear my wolf whimpering in the back of my head crying over the heart break and burying herself away to try and hide from the pain we were experiencing. I could feel her getting weak and fragile. She was slowly disappearing and I was worried that I would lose her for good.

He asked me but I said nothing, my whole mind revolving around Kieran. The moon, as though recognizing me flashed down on me from the sky with such a huge and powerful energy, causing it to sip into my whole system. I jerked up in shock and obedience to it and stared directly at it. At this point, I could tell it was midnight already, and the moon goddess was taking its full force. I had some sense of excitement at that point but at the same time, I had fear. I didn't think my wolf could match up to the Alpha wolf of Richard.

"You're an Alpha?" "Among other things." His smile turns darker. "Damon Blackwood, Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack. Perhaps you've heard of us?" Everyone in the supernatural world has heard of the Shadowmoon Pack. They're the most powerful pack in North America, maybe the world. And their Alpha is sitting on my bed wearing nothing but a towel. "Why didn't you tell me?" "You had enough to process." He takes the invitation back, his fingers brushing mine. "Besides, I wanted you to trust me for who I am, not what I represent."

Rain Pov: I’m walking hand in hand with Elle. My Elle. My mate. This is real I think for the first time in a long time. I’m here. The Moon Goddess gave me her and only her to worship. Elle smiles at me as she shows me around her Aunt Hilda’s cabin. There are witches everywhere staring at me. Some of them smile and some of them scowl at us. But, none of them really say anything to us. Elle and I have not made anything official yet and I still need to speak to her about so much that has happened.

The other wolves stepped back and watched the lone wolf who had intercepted the beast. The lone wolf with blue eyes remained perched on the beast's back, after sniffing the beast with its bloody muzzle to make sure that the beast was truly dead, thus confirming its death, he raised his head and stared at the other wolves with his piercing blue eyes that could make just about any wolf cower in fear. Understanding the unspoken language, the wolves looked up at the moon and howled in separate unison, paying homage to the lunar prowess of the moon and announcing their triumph. As one wolf was ending the howling, the other was picking it up and this went on for a few minutes.