Keepers Of The Moon Novels & Stories

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.

The moonlight danced on the surface of the water, making silver waves on their faces. "Ethan," she said, her voice shaking because she was nervous, "there's something I need to tell you. I should have told you this from the start." Ethan's heart was beating fast as he nodded. "I'm hearing you." Amelia took a big breath and looked at him with her eyes. "I'm not like other wolves, Ethan. I'm a Guardian of the Moon. The Moon Goddess herself picked me to keep our kind in balance. Ethan's eyes got bigger in shock. The guardians of the Moon Goddess were famous, and it was their job to keep the peace between the packs and protect the sacred bonds between fated mates.

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.

“That’s appreciated, Elder Harvey.” Harvey beams and turns to me, his excitement barely contained. “You’ll be happy, Luna. The feast will be your formal introduction to the pack. Then, at the Blood Moon Festival, you’ll receive Eliora’s blessing for your union.” His joy rings out like a song. But inside me, a chill takes hold. The Blood Moon Festival. The one Primrose warned me about. The night the Luna goddess weaves her threads. Links true mates. How long does Gerald think he can fool a goddess?

Elder moonkeepers making last stands to protect the young. "Why?" I whispered. "Because moonkeepers could do what no other werewolf could. They could track vampires through supernatural means. Resist compulsion completely. And their silver claws could kill even ancient vampires." The vision showed a moonkeeper woman fighting three vampires at once. Her claws gleamed like metal as she moved with impossible speed. When she struck, the vampires didn't just fall - they crumbled to ash. "They were our natural predators," Ysara explained. "So vampires decided to hunt them to extinction."

Her first message to Havermouth didn’t need to do more than make people think about what was happening around them and warn them not to trust the Van Helsings. “Dear Havermouth, The moon is bright overhead, And all our secrets under its light are shed, We are your lovers, neighbours, and friends, Don’t let the moonlight be our ends. We are all what they fear, All unique, brave, courageous, and near, Help those who for shelter come, To those in black help none. We all fall, or we stand as one, Hold fort until the signal comes. The Secret Keeper”

They crashed to the ground, tumbling over dirt and roots. “Damien!” she cried, scrambling to her feet. Before he could answer, silhouettes emerged from the radiant tear. Three of them. Hooded. Dressed in cloaks of silver threads. Their faces concealed, but Aria could sense their energy immediately—ancient, powerful, and hauntingly recognizable. The Moon Keepers. But something felt wrong. They moved like shadows, too rigid, too unnatural, akin to puppets manipulated by strings. The leader raised their head, revealing a mask adorned with the sigil of the crescent moon—but it was cracked straight down the center. The symbol of corruption. Control.

The relic faint light glowed more brightly, and Luna froze when the figure came forward out of the dark. “Mira,” Alec growled, his stance immediately defensive. But it wasn’t Mira. The figure was older, wrapped in silver and white, the features disturbingly familiar. They took a step closer, their penetrating gaze fixed on Luna. “Luna,” the figure said, their voice calm but commanding. “Finally, you are here.” Luna’s breath caught in her throat. “Who... who are you?” The figure smiled a little. “I am the Keeper of the Moon’s Light. And you are the one I have been patiently waiting for.”

As head of the Hunter Elders, Connor takes centre stage and addresses the crowd. "For 500 years, hunters have been charged with protecting the world from wolves who have lost their way. We have been blessed by the Moon Goddess, just as she has blessed wolves to protect this world. From working with the Alpha King and Luna Queen, we can enter a new era of security, knowing who is a threat to all of us.

"Marcus is already there. Waiting. With chains forged from corrupted moonlight." Through the window, the two moons drew closer, their light beginning to merge into something neither natural nor divine. "How long until the alignment?" I asked. "Six hours." I looked at my swelling stomach, at Dimitri's scarred chest where Marcus's blade had drawn divine blood, at the impossible twin moons racing toward convergence. "Then we have six hours to stop the Chain Keepers, save my mother, prevent Marcus from corrupting our bond, and somehow give birth to a divine heir without it being enslaved to the Void."