Lost Moon Novels & Stories

Steve grimaced. "Restoring the Soul of King Alastair is the plan of the goddess. I believe it's not the right time yet" Alpha Dale sighed and rested his body back on his chair. "A blood Moon resurfaces more than a thousand years later Steve. A blood moon represent two things...the defeat of The Alpha King and the rise of the Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the Luna Queen" "A blue moon has never appeared before" "Queen Divika's soul shattered into five pieces. For her to return, her soul needs to be restored to its full form which is impossible. The Luna Queen is never returning. A mate was never in the prophecy and we don't expect anything more or less"

Their mother shouted: "Wait!" The door slammed shut behind them. --- Luna opened her eyes. She was standing in the forest. The air was cold. The trees were enormous. The moon above them was completely red. Selene stood beside her. Kael was nowhere to be seen. "Kael?" No answer. Luna turned. "Mom?" Nothing. Only silence. Selene looked around. "We're alone." Luna shook her head. "No." "What?" "Something is watching us."

Ashina deserved better than dying in this kind of gloomy weather. She loves the sun… was it too hard for the Moon Goddess to let her live a little longer so that she could run around the field barefooted as she picked up wildflowers and tucked them behind her ears just one more time? How could life be so unfair? That it did not even let me die… I was sure I’d die that day, but I found myself shivering inside my room as my mother cried by my side. I thought I was dreaming when I caught Harry’s scent before I lost consciousness…

But he was gone. The ruins fell silent. The moonlight dimmed. And on the floor before her, etched into stone by a strike of divine power, was a single line, glowing faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat: LAST MOON: BEGINNING Her breath left her in a sob she couldn’t contain. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t alive either. He was somewhere between. And she had just been given a countdown. The moment the moon reached its final rise, she would lose him forever.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

Chapter 3: Moonlight and Confessions The days that followed blurred into a haze of stolen glances and carefully worded messages. The full moon crept closer with each sunset, and with it, the air between Selene and Darius grew heavier, thicker with unspoken promises. Rain returned in soft, persistent waves, turning the campus into a living watercolor of blurred lights and glistening paths. Selene moved through her classes and pack obligations in a state of quiet reflection, her cream hoodie becoming her armor against the world. She felt like the young woman in those emotional frames—standing on the left in cool blue sadness, weighed down by secrets and expectations, while on the right glowed

They were the very reason he could draw a breath without the metallic tang of silver-poisoning. But above the vibrant sun, something else was moving. A second moon had appeared. It was a massive, silver-white orb that lacked the iridescent glow of the Lunar Council’s authority. It was flat, matte, and terrifyingly silent. For a wolf, the world was defined by its scent—the smell of rain, the musk of the pack, the iron of blood. But this new celestial body was a void in the sensory world. It was a "Dead Moon." It had no scent. It didn't even have a shadow. It was a cataract over the eye of the universe, and as it descended, the vibrant colors of the Silver Peaks began to fade.

Earth closed the crack beneath our feet. The enemy died as ancient things that refuse to cease to exist do: fighting against oblivion. And it lost. The black sky parted. The moon appeared immense, red and silver at the same time. For a second, no one spoke, no one breathed, and then the gloomy forest stopped roaring. The creature was gone, and I was still on my knees. Alive, empty, and trembling. I ran toward Eloise. The Luna Goddess was already by her side. Emmett was crying silently.

"I should have seen your loneliness. I should have given you a place beside the light." Fresh tears rolled down Lumen's face. "I tried to reach everyone." "They were afraid." "I know. So I became scary." "I know." "I didn't want to." "I know." The Moon Goddess pulled him into a gentle embrace. "You don't have to be alone anymore." Lumen buried his face against her shoulder. For the first time since his birth, he cried not from despair, but from relief. The valley itself responded. Silver streams burst from the earth, and the black lake reflected the stars once more. Above them, constellations unseen since the First Age appeared across the heavens.

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.