Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

I looked up at Donovan realizing suddenly that if Jasper had not kicked him out, in a fit of jealousy, Donovan could have very well been one of the men on the snowy ground. "The... the library..." I whispered silently. Everyone was confused for a moment before I elaborated, "That's where my pups are." Donovan nodded and lead the way to the library. When we entered, I pushed out of Donovan's arms, determined to make my own way. "My Luna...? You're awake...?" Everyone's eyes snapped up to the young man in front of us. I all but ran to him when swords were drawn, wrapping my arms around him as a line of defense, as if anyone would have any problems with stabbing the Luna of an Alpha who had app

“Much better than this stamp of shame.” “How is this a stamp of shame? Are you embarrassed by your own kind?” Ariah presses. “That’s not what I mean,” Celeste snorts. “I love being a wolf. I just think this thing is ugly. Look how pretty hers is.” Nate leans forward. “Yours looks like a crescent moon with a cute pattern and—” he makes a face. “I’m not sure what those are called.” “They look like those symbols in the Book of the Divine,” Ariah says thoughtfully.

I was curious just how crazy wolves would get on a full moon. So far, I had stayed in my room majority of the time. Coming out only to meet with Atlas occasionally. He seemed to be walking the thin line between seeking out my presence and giving me space. That night had me a bit on edge. Attending the memorial was the first time I had been around that many of the pack members but due to the mood, no one was concerned with me really. This would be the first instance I would find myself surrounded by many in a more casual setting, and I only hoped I did not have to show my dark side in defense. There was an unexpected knock at my door pulling me out of my thoughts, but I knew who it was before

As soon as we got home, I collapsed on my warm bed and lay there ruminating on the day's events. The evening was warm and I paced to open my window gazing at the moon for a moment. The same lunar mother that had cursed me with this gift that would see my father going to all ends for it. I had seen it all and I was no longer willing to see how far my father was willing 5o go in order to have me transform. I sat on my bed. I had a horrible headache from smelling the smelly strange herbs the snake spirit had blown in my face. I still shivered. I was still shaken by the day's events. And to think being a wolf blood and seeing my family transform still does not scare me as much as when I saw th

Someone—or something—was out there. I stepped back toward the door, my breath catching. Before I could move further, the shadows shifted, and a figure emerged from the treeline. My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a pack member. The man’s eyes glowed faintly, but not with the warm gold of Jaxon’s wolves. These burned a cold, unnatural green. His smile stretched too wide, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying an eerie, rasping quality that made my skin crawl. “The little human pet.”

Blake The room has gotten much colder. With that realization, my heart wanted to jump out of my mouth. Not much longer now. A bit more time and I could expect to be where I wanted to be for a year. Looking again at the moon, it had moved a bit to the left since I last stared at it. Writing is helping me not only center myself with the calm but also remind myself why I’m jumping into the mouth of the lion. Even though remembering my lost child is giving me hope, I know that I’m unlikely to make it to sunrise. So, in anticipation of the hag’s arrival, I must finish my story.

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.

He had only read about the Hous, a kind of strange beast, in an ancient book, the Bizzare Story, but he had never seen one in person. Now, he had a chance to widen his knowledge. "Rarrrrrgh!" As soon as Evil Moon appeared, those Hous, who were either hovering or sleeping, all looked stunned. They looked up with cold light in their eyes and growled.

After some time, he finally found it – a locked box marked with the same emblem as Lydia's father’s ring. Kyle broke the seal. Within the container was various paper, drawings, and a single darkened leather-bound book, that seemed to thrum softly when touched. The title was engraved in an ancient language, yet one word stood out for him. Moonfire. As he flipped through the pages, he discovered a mixture of history and warning – they described wolves capable of using the nature of the moon, those with blood that glowed more intensely than bond, whose strength causes fear even to the gods.

One chapter I had read said that ‘wolves were part moon, born from the dust in her craters the moon goddess breathed life into her children. I closed my eyes and then opened them again, glancing upwards at it. “Hi,” I breathed looking up at the sky. “I don’t even know if I’m talking to a real…thing, being—to be honest, I don’t know what you really are.” I let out a low chuckle feeling completely awkward. “I read in the books that you care for all your people. You curated each of us with so much care and love. You always want the very best for us but I…”