Howling At The Moon Book Novels & Stories

The Howl Beneath the Moon The first howl came just after dusk. Long, mournful, and too deep to belong to anything living in this world anymore. The entire valley went still. The wind died. The crackle of fire turned brittle and quiet. Then, a second howl joined the first — higher, layered, distorted — and the sound rolled across the mountains like thunder made of teeth. I froze. My heart hammered, instinct screaming that something was wrong, something old.

author pov The Moon Touched and Snow Moon pack's ranking wolves spend every moment that they are not dealing with pack business, helping Katia’s family try to figure out where, on Mount Olympus, Uranus is concealing the island he is keeping her on. Nathan didn’t understand how things worked in that realm. All he knew was that the gods were more distrustful of one another than wolves were of other species. Mount Olympus was magic unto itself and would do as a god asked. It could only be undone if the same god asked it to be undone.

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

The world spun violently, then started to fade at the edges. I tried to crawl out of the shallows, fingers digging into wet sand and pebbles, but my arms wouldn’t hold me. Blood trickled down my temple, warm against the freezing water. Crystal’s voice was distant now, fading. "Nova… hold on…" My vision blurred. The roar of the river grew softer, muffled, like I was sinking underwater even though I was on the bank. The last thing I saw before everything went black was the moon—bright, cold, indifferent—watching me from above the cliff I just fallen from.

, Bubby and Mrs Pika chorused and stared right into my eyes and that was when I knew it. /////////////////////////////////////////// I opened my eyes slowly and the Alpha stared right into my eyes with a worried eyes, everyone looked like they were enjoying me being humiliated. I went on four feets, my knee and hand, I could feel my bones giving a wierd reaction, like it was cracking, but it was....... cracking, I'm changing!!!!, But the process was slow, i could feel a wierd pain in my body, painful but nice. I could hear the murmmurings from the crowd, it felt like, they were anxious and suprised, glasses started to break from all angles, the lights, went out, the whole place went dark and

"Stop acting stupid and making other people fix your problems!" He hung up on me. Serena leaned against Garrett's chest, her smile soft and sweet as she patted Max's head, cooing gently: "Come on, you all know what kind of wolf Maya is." "Today is the most important day of my life. Be good, smile for me~" Just like that, Max melted. His angry face turned soft again. The group of wolves continued their lively celebration under the moonlight, singing and dancing. Their happiness had nothing to do with me.

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

I picked her up and shifted into a werewolf, taking her to a safer place outside the forest, on top of a hill. It was the secret place we usually went to when we were children, you could see the moon and the stars from there. I laid her down and then transformed into a human, waiting patiently for her to wake up. It did not take too long though, she was up soon. Sazia’s POV The place was blurry at first, but then I regained my sight fully. Lucian was standing right in front, carrying a worried expression on his face. “What happened?” I asked with a croaky voice, feeling a bit dizzy, I then remembered that I had hit my head on a tree mistakenly.

The air was thick with energy as the pack howled in unison continuously. Their voices rising together in a haunting symphony that echoed through the night. Among them was young George, sharing in the experience of the full moon’s power with the rest of the pack. His wolf form stood tall amidst the others, his howl blending seamlessly with the collective chorus of the wolves, their voices rising and falling like waves in a wild, ancient melody. The howling didn’t stop—it filled the air, the sound of it vibrating through the mansion, a reminder of the raw, untamed power of the full moon. It was a night of transformation, of pain and triumph, of endings and new beginnings.