Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

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.

When I finally step into the hallway, the whispers return, softer this time but heavier. “She’s cursed.” “The rulers marked her. She won’t last the week.” “The curse of the Moon is already taking hold.” I clutch the edge of my apron and walk faster, ignoring the chill that slides down my spine. Because deep down, I know they’re right. Something inside me is changing. My dreams have been darker, filled with whispers I can’t understand and glowing chains that pulse beneath my skin. And every time one of them—Kaelen, Valrik, or Caelir—gets too close…the mark on my throat burns hotter.

" They change in the full moon, they are uncontrollable in their wolf form and it is rumoured that they are at the top of their strength whenever there is a full moon." I looked at the back of the book to see when it was published. But there was no date. I tried checking when it was made known, but there was nothing. "Humph." I let out a disappointing tone, and continued reading. A few hours passed… If there is something about me, it is being oversensitive to a lot of things. And what am I being sensitive too right now? It is this book. I slammed the novel on my table. And stood up. The novel was a very sad one - A very sad one it is.

"Bring us the book, and we'll help you find Lily." I felt a cold pit form in my stomach. The Book of the Moon was one of the things that had driven a deep wedge between wolves and witches, a relic of power snatched away in a time of strife. To retrieve it would be nearly impossible and dangerously provocative. The book was believed to hold all the secrets of how to draw power from the moon. It was also something that could endanger the lives of all wolves. I had never seen the book. I didn’t even know if it was a real thing to me. It just sounded like something of stroys that our parents told us.

I leaned against the cold stone, catching my breath, letting my mind go back to how I’d ended up here. It started with a journal. Selene’s mother’s journal. I’d found it weeks ago in the pack’s dusty archives, looking for answers about the strange howl awakening in Selene—wild, untamed, dangerous. The pages were fragile, but the words burned into me: “The Moonheart sings with the howl, binding chaos to will. It lies where the first wolves fell, guarded by blood and shadow.”

But that was before she stole my husband and my life. I stop walking, I am definitely lost. Defeated I sit down on a nearby rock, rest my head in my hands and just start sobbing. I lay back on the wet moss basically giving up. It’s getting dark and I see the light of the moon in the sky. It looks like it’s a full moon tonight. Usually I appreciate the full moon, a symbol of change, but I was too miserable to appreciate anything right now. I’m also worried I might have to spend the night out here in the cold, in soaking wet clothing.

I just sat there just doing nothing but listening to everything everyone else had to say. “The only thing I can tell you about Aeliana is that I started dreaming about her when I was a small child that prayed to the moon goddess for a forever friend, and that night it was answer. When I went to sleep that night just to wake up in a strange place that seemed there it was morning and night. Both the moon and the sun were shinning there. As I looked around to see a girl that seemed to be about my age. Her skin was pale, her hair was as red as fire, and her eyes as green as the grass on a summer’s day. When she seen me, I realize she was just as surprise to see me as I was of her, and I found ou

Narrator's pov Full Moon The moon hung high, casting a silvery light over the quiet landscape. The air was thick with the pull of the lunar cycle, a force so powerful that the earth seemed to pulse beneath it. Arianna stood at the window of her room, her fingers firmly brushing the cool glass. Drawn to the moon since childhood, she felt its silent dance across the night sky beckoning to her. The howl of wolves echoed through the valley below, sending a shiver down her spine. The sound was all too familiar, but tonight, it felt sharper, more intense.

She took a book from the bedside table, and I noticed it was the book that Cyrus had given when she had started working at the company. I didn't want to read it, but it was hard to refuse her request "Everything has its history, and so does the moon creature. The creatures of the moon are one of the strongest supernaturals born from Mene, and guided by Selene……" I kept on reading and stopped when I noticed her even breathing. "Good night Riley" I whispered, giving her a light kiss on her forehead, and suddenly I noticed someone in the room. I threw the book at him and he dodged it, smirking at me.