Mating Moon Novels & Stories

She may not want to talk, but it didn’t dismiss how aroused she is becoming even if she is standing perfectly still. Shit! I had completely forgotten. Pulling my phone out, I pull up the calendar, yep, there it was in black and white, ‘The Old Moon’. The first full Moon of the year and for those females that are mated, they will be sent into a mating frenzy. Oddly it was something that I had been looking forward to since long before I found my mate. Though when I look up to Aria and slip my phone back in my pocket, she is still frowning at me.

“My cute omegas… so good for your alpha. Dripping and breeding under the full moon.” They rode wave after wave of pleasure. Lila came again on Melvin’s tongue with an adorable squeal, and Melvin followed, milking Kelvin’s knot until he spurted even more cum deep inside her. The moon watched over their sinful, affectionate union, its silver light softening the raw dominance into something strangely beautiful.

The bond between them—king and goddess, mate and mate—was stronger than any force in the universe. ‎ ‎The Luna Ceremony formally concluded under the full moon. Wolves from distant packs had come to witness the union, how the King of Wolves and his divine mate solidified their bond. ‎ ‎Lucian and Lyra stood together, hands entwined, silver light connecting them in a visible bond that pulsed across the clearing. Even distant packs felt the energy radiate—a promise of unity, strength, and love. ‎ ‎Lucian spoke solemnly. ‎ ‎“Lyra, mate of my heart, Luna of Black Creek, and goddess of the Moon, together we lead our pack and all those who follow.”

On this moon and the next and the one after that. Afterward, Luan lay with her head on Cass's chest. His hand traced slow patterns on her back. His heartbeat was steady beneath her ear. Cass, she said. Hmm. How long will the mating moon last? Three nights, he said. Then it passes. The hunger fades. The pack goes back to normal. She lifted her head. She looked at him. What if I don't want it to fade? He was quiet for a moment. His hand moved from her back to her face. His thumb traced her lower lip.

Sara glanced up at the moon. It was a full moon tonight. She looked around at the crowd that had gathered around the large bonfire. It was the fourth full moon of the year meaning it was time for the mating ceremony. Sara sighed and offered a silent prayer to the moon goddess. “Please moon goddess, let it be my turn this time. Please let me find my mate today and I promise to leave you offerings for an entire year”

He stated, crossing his hands over his chest. "I don't understand." "The fertility moon is a time when we find our mates and mark them. It can also lead to a heated session. You couldn't even survive now so I wonder how you'll survive then." "Will it be painful?" He shook his head. "Not painful but difficult than it is now. Your bond with each other is too strong and you'll be pulled, tempted to be with each other in the worse kind of sexual way." I swallowed when he said that.

The Moon Goddess, Selene, descended from the heavens, her ethereal form shining with a soft, lunar light. With a gentle touch, Selene reached out and merged the two wolves, their bodies becoming one as they stood before her. Tristan and Athena felt their hearts, minds, and souls unite, their bond forged in the heart of the moon. As the goddess vanished, the two wolves stood panting, their eyes locked in a deep, unbreakable connection. They knew, in that moment, they were meant to be one – mates, bound by the power of the moon. Athena's mind reeled as she gazed into Tristan's eyes, the realization dawning on her like a tidal wave. She was mated again. The weight of it settled upon her like a

Yet, within this forsaken sanctuary, the god of the moon remained, a prisoner of both time and destiny. His name was Solas, the forgotten twin. His sister, Selene, the moon goddess, was worshipped and revered, her name chanted in temples and etched in the annals of history. But Solas was different; his power was feared and misunderstood. The villagers spoke of him in hushed tones, a cautionary tale for children. They said he was locked away for a reason, his power too great, too dangerous. But the truth was more complex, a tapestry of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.

He is also a good person at heart, and that only makes him more attractive to me. We haven’t seen each other in nearly a month, so we spend some time catching up. There are stories better told in person than over the phone. I tell Kane about the Moon Goddess Ball and Coit meeting his mate. Kane is genuinely curious about the Ball, and I tell him all the details I can remember. “How does the mating thing work?” he asks. “Is it about compatibility or proximity?” “No one actually knows,” I answer. “All we’ve been told is that our mate is supposed to be the other half of our soul, the perfect person for us. I don’t know if it factors in proximity. Otherwise, my mate would have been someone like

He declares. As if that makes me feel any better. “How is that any better? I’m naked in front of you now,” I reply smartly. “It’s against our rules,” Cree says as his eyes roam over my flat stomach and broad hips. “Oh, you have rules now,” I retort. His eyes snap back to mine. He leans in closely, and I try to back away, but he pulls me toward him. “The moon goddess does not want mating to happen until the female is old enough to carry a child.”