Isla-moon Novels & Stories

"I, Killian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Moon and Lycan King, take Isabella of the Iron Fang Pack as my Luna." The clearing erupted in cheers, but for me, the world went silent. The air turned into ice. Isabella stepped out from the shadows behind him, a stunning woman with hair like spun silk and a smile that did not reach her predatory eyes. She looked like a queen. She looked like power.

The pack’s compound was quiet, a calm that felt deceptively serene. The crescent moon symbol, etched into the wooden beams above the main entrance, glinted in the early morning light as Isla stood just inside the gates. Her pulse raced, each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she took in the scene before her. This was Luca’s world. A world she now shared, for better or worse.

Isabella sought to control us all, to bend the pack to her will. I continued my pursuit, all the while keeping a safe distance. We arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight, and Isabella's presence took on a more ethereal quality. She stood at the epicenter, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. As I watched, a surge of energy rippled through the clearing, and the Moon Goddess appeared before her with a radiance that could rival the moon itself. Her voice carried a soothing power, her words filled with wisdom and protection.

“I know it was painful, but—” “It was more than painful,” Isla interrupted, her voice trembling. “It was traumatic.” She could still feel the sting of that moment, the day Marvi had rejected her. She had been so vulnerable, having just lost her wolf, Selena. The moon goddess had seemed to smile upon her when Marvi appeared, a beacon of hope in her darkest hour. They had shared three blissful months together, and Isla had thought she was finally whole again. But then came the text message that shattered her world.

He smiled back and somehow I felt that I was able to convey what I wanted to convey. “Tala, look,” Maya said softly, peering outside. I also peeked, but the only thing I could see was a vast ocean. I remembered what Aunt Kyndra had said before, that only werewolves could see the island. I glanced at Maya, who seemed to see it too. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, because Maya was the Moon Goddess. She has the spell. “What do you see?” I asked. “A crescent-shaped island,” said Shaun. “The paradise.”

Then she whispered: “On the night of the festival, when the bond pulled us together… the moon chose her. Isla was marked before she was even born. She carries the bloodline of the first Luna—the one said to have walked beside the Moon Goddess herself. That is why they want her. That is why I ran.” Damien’s chest ached as if he had been struck. His eyes dropped again to Isla, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm she had unleashed. “She’s ours,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “And she carries the power of the first Luna.”

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c