Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

She laughed. "So what's the use of Castro high and Velandra?" she asked so Fly and I widened our eyes. "Are they with us?" I asked, Fly nodded and laughed. "The owner of Castro and Velandra heard Mommy and I talking, so they volunteered to join the fight to get Moon and bring down Moonlight." she said and crossed her arms. "It's said that the heads of the Moonlight people are getting bigger so they will come, another one. We are with my Aunt, you forgot that she is what the MLA winners want to see and she is also the target of the Admiral and Admin." she said so I laughed out loud.

Alexander POV: When Mom went down and Avery barked orders, no one listened, as I expected. Without thinking much, I shouted, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!! ARE YOU REALLY OKAY WITH LETTING THE MOTHER OF FOUR CHILDREN DIE??? TWO OF WHICH ARE JUST NOW DEVELOPING THEIR WOLVES! YOU KNOW THAT'S HOW ROGUES ARE CREATED RIGHT?! SO GET OFF YOUR ASSES AND HELP OUR MOTHER!!!"

The markings on her skin pulsed in time with her heartbeat, casting strange patterns across the ancient wood. “Something's wrong with the moon,” a young wolf whispered, but in the tense silence, everyone heard. She was right. Through the pack hall's high windows, the moon looked… wrong. Bigger than it should be, with a silvery halo that hurts to look at directly. “The seals are failing,” Aria began, her voice carrying to every corner. “The barriers between—” The windows exploded inward. I moved on instinct, shielding Aria. Glass rained down, but that wasn't what made the pack gasp in unified horror.

Chapter One — The Moon Finds Me I learned early that survival meant silence. Silence when the itch crawled beneath my skin like ants trapped under glass. Silence when my bones ached before storms that never came. Silence when the moon felt too close, too heavy, like it was leaning down to whisper my name. I lived among humans because they didn’t listen to the dark. They didn’t hear the way the night breathed. They didn’t notice how the world tilted when the moon grew full, how shadows stretched just a little too long, how my pulse stopped belonging to me.

“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.

But in the same sense, I was not going to do anything about it. Following the evening at the bar, I had decided to take my last couple of days slow and just ride out the remaining time but then I was invited to this celebratory event involving a large fire, refreshments, and arguably good company. Once again, I was intrigued and unable to decline his invitation to this fire event. I was curious just how crazy wolves would get on a full moon.

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.

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.