Keepers Of The Moon Novels & Stories

he replied grimly. I turned slowly. “So it’s true.” His jaw tightened. “Yes.” Something cold settled in my chest. “Who?” “Some elders. Some warriors.” His eyes darkened. “Elara.” Of course. “She believes the prophecy refers to you.” My heart stuttered. “What prophecy?” Ronan studied my face for a long moment, as if weighing how much damage the truth would do. Then he said quietly, “The Moon Goddess spoke of an Omega born under suppression. A wolf hidden among humans. One whose awakening would either unite the packs… or destroy the hierarchy entirely.”

he said. "I know." "And one that requires his formal release if you want to," "I know, Marcus." He was quiet for a moment. Then: "The protection ward is real. Whatever that means in their law, it's real it's written in a way that means they take it seriously. If this holds, no one from their world touches you without going through him." He tapped the corner of the top page with one finger. "Victoria Moretti would have to declare open war on the Vasari bloodline to come near you."

"Mrs. Henderson said that the people who brought you mentioned a name," William said. "They said you were under the protection of someone called 'The Moon Guardian.'" Rosemary felt like lightning had struck her. In her dreams during the coma, someone had mentioned a Moon Guardian who protected special werewolves. Maya gasped. "Rosemary, in werewolf legends, the Moon Guardian is a powerful being who protects werewolves with special bloodlines." Rosemary stood up suddenly, feeling overwhelmed by all this information. "I need some air. This is too much."

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

No one was coming to see him off. “She’s really not going to say goodbye.” “Your Majesty?” Johan turned, but Alexander waved him off. It wasn’t meant for his ears. “Nothing, we’ve wasted enough time.” Alexander went for the stairs. He kept his face firm to hide everything. Instead, he turned to look up to the sky. It was littered with stars, and the moon was waxing. “It will be a full moon by the time we get there.” “It will, your majesty.” “I hope we won’t be too late by then.” Alexander clenched his hand as the carriage came closer.

The vision shattered, replaced by another. A different time. A woman with kind eyes and my mother's strength stands in the same circle. She is a priestess, her hands outstretched to the moon. The stones glow with a soft, silver light. She smiles, and her voice is like a balm. "We are keepers of the balance, children of Selene. We protect the vessel, for she is the world's heart." The images flashed faster-a schism, a fight, blood spilled on the very stones I stood upon. The Keepers, protectors. The Shattered Moon, who believed the vessel's power was not to be protected, but to be consumed, harnessed for their own dominion.

"I was lost for so very long." My hand found Elara's. Squeezed tight. She was shaking. From exhaustion or shock or both. "What are you?" Ronan asked. Voice rough. Still recovering even though his wounds had healed. The being smiled sad. Spread its light wings wider. "I am a moon guardian," it said. "One of the original protectors created by the goddess herself. Before humanity. Before time was counted properly. When darkness first tried to consume all light." It moved closer to us. Graceful. Each step leaving silver footprints that faded slowly.

My spirit howled inside me, clawing to rise, but the silver burned through its voice. By the time the patrol found me and dragged me into the ambulance, my pulse was fading, my wolf already half-severed from my body. The healers reached out through the pack-link, begging for my family to come—just to say goodbye before the bond between body and wolf snapped forever. But Rowan was with Voss Voss that night, attending the Moon Council banquet. When the call came through their mental link, he silenced it, not wanting “pack business” to ruin the evening.

Alexander spoke, flopping into the chair. “She’s getting too old; people are beginning to grow suspicious. She’s reigned for the last 40 years.” Adam revealed, making me shiver. How many others has she killed for her own gain? “What’s so special about being Queen?” I asked, making Adam turn to me. “It’s the highest honor any female wolf wishes to hold. It’s the only one that can happen at random.” I chewed on my bottom lip as he continued to talk, “Queen Luna’s are direct links to Selene, the moon goddess. There are other factors in finding a potential candidate, and one is what they call gatherers. They follow the Queen and will do anything for her. She typically will have one or two, but t

The sky above is clear, a pristine blue that promises endless possibilities. “It's so peaceful here and...beautiful,” I gush, my eyes widening at the implication. I draw in a deep breath and let my eyes fall shut. Instantly, a peculiar shift unfolds inside me. It’s like a dormant seed suddenly springing to life, pushing its tiny sprouts through the soil in search of sunlight. It’s a movement so subtle yet fundamentally life-altering. “Well done, Reyna,” The Keeper says. “For conquering your fears, for uniting realms, the Moon Goddess has something special for you.”