Human Moondrop Novels & Stories

My breath shuddered out as I sank onto the bed. Alone. But not safe. Because just outside, I heard their voices. “She’s human,” Kael spat. “This is worthless.” “She’s fertile,” Damien countered. “That’s all that matters.” “What if she fails?” Aiden asked, voice colder than ice. Silence. And then, Damien’s voice, sharp, merciless. “Then we’ll kill her. And try again.” My blood ran cold. The chains felt heavier. The room darker. But deep inside my chest… something stirred.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

I look over at Claire and she nods her head at me as she and Tristan step out the back door. My eyes return to Braxton, and the tears I have held at bay start slipping down. “I’m so…” I choke on the emotion clogging my throat. “My moon.” Braxton steps towards me, sliding his hands on my cheek, wiping my tears. He bends down connecting his forehead to mine.

"I’ve been called many things, little one. But for you, I’m the answer to all your problems." “What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping closer. “Are you following me?" She vanished. "Huh?” Just like that. And then reappeared right in front of me. I stumbled back. “What the hell—” She extended a wrinkled hand towards me. In her palm was a leaf. Not just any leaf. It glowed under the moonlight like it had been kissed by the stars. “This is a Moonlight Drop,” she said softly. “These only fall when the moon kisses them goodnight. They hold power, especially for those tormented by dreams.”

But then the full moon broke fully over the horizon and everything inside her snapped. Pain tore through Amanda’s body, sudden and violent. She stumbled, clutching at her chest, gasping as fire raced through her veins. Her vision blurred, her skin burned, her bones ached like they were breaking, reshaping. A scream ripped from her throat... but it wasn’t a scream at all, it was a howl. Gasps echoed through the square as the crowd turned, eyes wide, mouths open. Amanda collapsed to the ground, writhing, her body twisting in ways it shouldn’t. And then, with a final shuddering cry, her human form shattered, replaced by silver fur that gleamed beneath the moonlight.

This was the first time I had taken the step to exercise in the blood moon pack but that was because I was feeling free at this point. By the time I was done, I was dripping a lot of sweat, and when I looked around, a lot of eyes were on me, but I didn't care. I stared up and noticed a figure watching me. I smiled, knowing who that was, and then ran in for a cool shower. While in the bathtub, I daydreamed about ruling a pack with Damian by my side as my alpha. "It would be so sweet to have the Ravens pack under this amazing Blood Moon pack," I muttered and laughed at my words as I enjoyed the rosy bath.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

I give a tiny wave goodbye to the ladies below who are watching us before we’re hidden from view. Moon closes the bedroom door and shoves me against it. My “Oomph” doesn’t stop his movements. He jerks my top over my head and throws it to the floor. I inhale sharply when his scruffy face slides across my skin from my neck down to my breasts. He pushes my bra cups under my breasts, squeezes one nipple with his rough fingers, and sucks the other one into his mouth. I hold onto his arms as blood rushes to my breasts. His sexy lips surround my nipple and he sucks so hard I go to my toes. There’s no gentleness in Moon. He squeezes my other breast, pinches the nipple, and then goes back to squeezin

Theodore moved aside to give way to Elder Nyra who stepped forward on the stage. “The Bloodmoon Stag is said to be the guardian of the Moon Goddess’ secrets. It is translucent silver-red, seen only through peripheral vision, often leaving behind glowing hoofprints and a trail of mist. When approached with aggression, it vanishes. When approached with reverence, it reveals a piece of itself willingly.” she paused, and her gray, lifeless eyes only staring forward into space.