Hung The Moon Book Novels & Stories

Maya Woods was born an Omega. Weak, unwanted, and treated as nothing more than a slave in her pack. But fate bound her to Alpha Damien, the powerful young Alpha who refused to claim her, yet refused to let her go.Used in secret and ignored in public, Maya’s life was a cycle of pain and false promises until the night everything changed. Broken, bleeding, and on the edge of death, she was saved by the most feared Lycan King of all, Rasmus.With Rasmus, Maya discovered a new truth about herself, a hidden power no Omega was meant to carry, and a bond stronger than anything she had ever known. But love in the Lycan world is never simple. Desire burns, enemies circle, and betrayal waits closer than

But he’s not just some guy, is he? Ugh. I sat at the little loveseat by the window, opening the curtains just a tad to look out at the pool. It looked so dark out with the new moon. A sprinkling of stars was the only light out there besides the faint glowing of the LED lights Johan had put in the corners of the pool. I sat there huddled in a blanket, replaying everything over in my mind.

Blood Moon Rising The moon hung low and red in the sky, a rare blood moon that cast an eerie glow across Shadowmoor. The pack believed it was a sign—some said it meant change, others, doom. Lena wasn’t sure what to believe. All she knew was that time was running out.

The next morning, after a week of fierce wind and rain, the weather finally cleared up. As the radiant sun rose from the east, all the werewolves cheered and howled at it together, filled with ecstatic joy even more intense than when facing a full moon. The damn hurricane had passed, and the damn lockdown was finally coming to an end.

Red stitching of a pair of torches printed on the cover shined in the sunlight. "What book is this one?" He asked her curiously. "This here, Sugar, is the book of Hecate." She told him as she opened the cover to reveal aged pages with different languages scripted in it. Images of the moon in its different stages appeared on a page, while some others showed different art of a beautiful moon in the moonlight. Miss J closed the book up and slid it over to him. "I may be well distinguished in multiple languages, darling, but I'm afraid this isn't the sort of genre for me." He pushed the book back toward her.

Seven months and eighteen days, she carried her baby in her womb and he had stolen the breath of life from his lungs while he was inside of her. Evander knew that his wife wanted to be left alone. He could feel her need to be by herself for a bit in order to let herself break down. His wife is a strong and stubborn woman. She would hold herself together in front of others in order to keep her image, but once she was in solitude, she could truly allow herself to feel strong emotions. Doing what he did best, he ran outside to his barn and grabbed his bow and a sheath of arrows. He tossed both over his shoulder and ran deep into the woods behind their house. He would give his wife time to griev

His mother half yelled. Xan hunny.. food is ready. Lexa yelled. Okay Mom.. I'll be down there very soon. Roxanne half yelled too. God! This horror book wasn't horrific at all. It was enticing..she wanted nothing except the book. She was already in the Fourth chapter, the chapter was all about humans transforming into wolves during every full moon. There was a small note saying; _I *wrote this book_ _because I want_ _every other teenager_ _out there, who has been_ _given the gift to transform_ _every full moon to be Happy_ _about their gift._

It's a sign that darkness would finally enveloped the whole sky and moon will appear in the night sky. "But I want-" "Lexis...remember this..." she stared at me and held my both shoulder to make me listen to her. "San Isidro is a place where hidden creature are living. And when the moon turned to its full feature you have to hide no matter what. Promise?" I'm confused and I really don't understand the things she was saying so I had no choice but to nod even though I don't understand it. She smiled and pat my head again. We both looked up in the night sky and my eyes widened when I saw how full the moon is! It's very beautiful! I was about to stood up to watch it clearly when Grandma suddenly

She hadn’t gotten everything she deserved yet. My tongue moved in and out of her, mimicking the thrusts I'd make if it were my dick inside her. I licked, sucked, and worshipped every inch of her coochie like it was sacred. Because, to me, it was. She was the Moon Goddess’s finest work, even though she was human, made by a different god... but since she was my Luna, she was automatically under the mercy of whoever I served. She was a living, breathing temple. And I had no intention of letting the blessings of worshipping her slip through my fingers.

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.