Lunar Deities Novels & Stories

‘The goddess bestows her gift of light to whom she favours…’ I hastily made my way to my former table and spread the scroll wide. The pictures on the parchment were of a female with a crescent of the moon on her head like a halo. It was the art representation of the moon goddess. Lunaria. Her hands were alight with glow and she was surrounded by werewolves who bowed before her. My eyes greedily ate up the words. ‘At the winter of solstice, Goddess Lunaria puts the deeds and nobility of her children on the scale of purity, to see who is fated to be the next child of light.’

The knight hastily climbed into the saddle of his horse, keeping pace with his companion. This was the ancient Temple of Two Moons. A great structure in which people for thousands of years worshiped two sister goddesses - Selene, the goddess of the White Moon, and Lilith, the goddess of the Black Moon. The patterned gate doors were open, welcoming companions inside. Felix felt uneasy. An unpleasant chill of warning ran down my spine. He cast a short glance in the direction of his companion and saw that Tristan was also intensely examining the temple that had let them into its bosom. Time has not spoiled either the grandeur or beauty of the building, and the guys were amazed at how skillfully

There was definitely a lot of information I already knew, general topics and ideology, but I could see there were some new things too. “...Selene has a brother?” I asked surprised, reading a page relating to a family tree. “Helios, her twin,” Elder Luke replied. “God of the Sun. The two are referred to as Gods of nature, deities considered separate from the typical belief system. They’re immortalised beyond the normal standard because of their status being the Sun and Moon.” Strange we weren’t taught about him given that it would surely have some sort of impact on Selene. And it made me wonder about other things too. Like… did he have children as well? Creatures he’d birthed like Selene had

"This isn't finished. You could have dim moon wizardry, however I'm the genuine Luna. Also, this is Moon Pinnacle. Here, the genuine force of the moon replies to me." I shut my eyes, connecting with my faculties. I could feel the sacrosanct ground underneath my paws, the antiquated power that had attracted werewolves to this spot for ages. Or more everything, the moon - not as a far off heavenly body, but rather as a living presence, looking after us. "Moon Goddess," I murmured, "loan me your solidarity."

The air from her lungs makes a snorting sound as it passes through her snout. “In ancient times, the three faced goddess represented Selene, Hecate, and Artemis. Artemis the maiden, Selene the mother, and Hecate the crone. All three considered moon goddesses with only Selene being the personification of the moon.” Theia says slowly, thinking through the stories she knows. “Artemis?” I ask unaware of her story or connection.

The Moon goddesses temple was a beautiful sight to behold. The temple stood majestically, its weathered stone façade glowing silver in the moonlight. Delicate carvings of crescent moons, stars, and lunar cycles adorned the walls, while intricate marble mosaics depicted the Moon Goddess's gentle power. A grand entrance, flanked by slender columns, led to a serene inner sanctum. Soft, ethereal light filtered through the temple's latticework ceiling, illuminating the central altar, where a glorious statue of the Moon Goddess shone.

“Solara was radiant and beloved. Her warmth fed the earth and her light guided the people, so her name was worshipped in every prayer.” “And Lunara?” I asked. “But Lunara, the goddess of the moon, walked in the shadows. Her silver glow was quiet, her nights were cold, and no altar was ever built in her name.” “And she grew bitter, hating her sister Solara,” I said, starting to remember.

I held my knees tighter, trying to put as much distance as I could between myself and them. "Very clever." Mama said in a voice that wasn't hers. "Indeed. She is full of potential. Like you always bragged." Kara answered. In a voice that didn't sound like hers. "I'm Luna." Mama said. "Hestia." Kara replied. " We could not show you our real forms. It would upset a lot of things. Especially as you are not meant to be here." Luna, Goddess of the moon and Hestia, Goddess of Fire. How was that even possible?

he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Kieran came to stand beside him, his own gaze fixed on the painting with a look of deep respect. “That is Selene,” he said, his tone quieter, more reverent. “The Moon Goddess. She is the mother of the night, the guide of tides and cycles. And she is believed to be the mother of the first of our kind. The first Werewolf.” Nate stared, a shiver running down his spine. This wasn’t a monster from a horror story. This was a deity. A creation myth made manifest in paint and varnish. “So… we’re not just cursed? We’re… descended from a goddess?”

Orion’s hand reluctantly let go of my waist but snaked its way down to my hand, giving it a squeeze. “You may all sit down.” Brigid cleared her throat. “To start off the Luna ceremony, I would like to pray to Selene.” Everyone let their head fall back and looked up at the moon. “Oh, Selene, Goddess of the Moon and mother to the wolves, we are here tonight to witness the marking of two of your children as our Alpha and Luna. Thank you for giving us the gift of mates. Through our mates, we can feel your unwavering love. We are grateful and humbled by you. Thank you for gifting our Alpha with a mate to bring out the best in him and for him to bring out the best in her. We pray you watch over th