Molly Moon Novels & Stories

"Highmoon. My father is Alpha Alexandra." Molly nodded slowly. "I've heard of Highmoon. It's a strong territory." "What pack are you from?" Gianna asked. "Brookstone." "I haven't heard of it." "Most people haven't." Molly smiled slightly. "It's very small. Far north, near the mountains. We barely have a hundred wolves in total." "That is small." "Hence why my betrothed thought he could discard me without consequence." Molly's voice turned bitter. "No one cares what happens to a girl from a pack that small."

The crystal was no larger than her hand. It shimmered with dozens of colors beneath the cave's light. "For evidence," she said matter-of-factly, slipping it into her backpack. "In case anyone ever believes us." I raised an eyebrow. "You assume we're getting out." She smiled. "I have to." Otherwise... Neither of us wanted to finish that sentence. As we continued walking, I learned more about Molly than I ever had before. She was only seventeen. Six years younger than Aella. Young enough that most people still saw her as one of the Academy's junior assistants rather than an important member of its expansion team.

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

"I've heard of her so-called beauty, and yet no lycan will mate with her." "Such shame, don't you think." Stella snickered and Claire joined in. "I hear Moon's Call will be at the feast, tonight," Claire cooed huskily, her expression now a bit dazed with anticipated passion she had for the lone lycan. "I can't wait to really see what he looks like up close. I've only had to admire him from afar," She said in indignation. Stella playfully nudged her with her shoulder as she whispered, blushing a bit, "You and your fantasies. Your father would have your head; you know? You are not to fancy any mate below your class and you very well know that."

"As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon." My eyebrows met at her words. I couldn't understand what she was saying as the scent of my power that Mama Amelia sealed leaked. I don't remember what she said happened. For the past few months, nothing has been strang

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

Forrest down at the gate. Molly, my classmate who lived a few blocks up the street from us, skipped past the gossiping adults at my gate and up to my porch. Molly was tall with fiery red hair. She had volume in the right places, and slimness where it should be. She was strikingly attractive, lusted after by all the guys around here. But Molly wasn’t a fan of guys. She shared her curves with the girls.

“three Winter Solstices ago, the family from that malpractice case cornered her there—under the blood moon. They used silver-forged blades, cut deep until her wolf couldn’t heal. When the bond broke, she screamed once, and then… she was gone before the healers could even reach her.” He paused, voice lowering. “The Elders said her spirit howled for one year before the moon claimed her. Her scent lingers because she died there.” Rowan’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening with a pain he refused to name. “Don’t insult me,” he snapped. “She always had a flair for drama.” He pulled out his phone, the blue glow illuminating the hollows beneath his eyes.

“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?

she chuckled, bringing him only closer to her. “Definitely thumbs…” he promised, thrusting softly against her. “This though… this is just an added bonus.” “Wow…” “What?” “So romantic…” “You know you love it,” he teased her. “Now, come on… I hear it’s a full moon tonight.” Aislyn frowned, “You heard?” “You’re not quiet, baby,” he replied, his body already transitioning on top of hers. His Beta was back in his true form, ready to entertain this fantasy.