Moon Academy Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to send one, a message arrived. I skimmed through it, “Alpha Nikolas, Lady Tania, blah blah blah. Whatever.” I almost ignored the message until I saw the words, ‘Moon Gala.’ “Moon Gala?” My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. I read the message carefully and realized that Nikolas and I were invited to the Moon Gala. My heart raced, and I couldn't contain my joy. The Moon Gala is a rare and significant event that occurs only once every 135 years, bringing together many pack Alphas and pack Lunas, regardless of their differences and past battles.

They needed a place that Aethelgard couldn't touch, a place where they could gather their strength and find a way to fight back. Selene looked at the Archive records on her tablet. She said there was a location mentioned in the oldest scrolls, a place called the Moon’s Cradle. It was an ancient Silverback stronghold, hidden deep within the coastal ranges, protected by the same lunar energy that powered the well. She said it was a myth to most, but the Archive gave the exact coordinates.

Loud. Riya: GUYS! LOOK UP! LOOK UP NOW! Everyone looked up fast. Black Moon's ashes were gone. Sun was setting. Orange sky. And behind sun, two moons were rising slowly. Together. One red like blood. One blue like ocean. Side by side. Big. Beautiful. Scary. SYSTEM: BLACK MOON DESTROYED NEW SIGNAL: 2 MOONS REBORN - 100 PERCENT NEW LIFE DETECTED INSIDE TEAM - 1 Arjun pointed up with thin hand.

The sound of church bells rang in the distance, signifying the moon had reached the highest point in the sky. Occasionally, thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling the coming storm, but that didn't bother Mason. He had to be here and see this through at her request. Mason stood with his brother, Micah, while the Elder Werewolves members stood in the Nexus' center a few feet away. The Nexus was a sacred ground for the Moon Goddess's worshippers. The gravel aisle led up to a raised circular concrete stage, and in the middle of the circle, chained to a metal spike, was Melania.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

Therefore, from the perspective of her current situation, relying on the big support of Madame Mildred was also the best choice for her. Early the next morning, Carra went to the monastery to see Madame Mildred. The monastery was built in an environment that was quiet and solemn, making it very suitable for self-recovery. Carra stood outside the monastery hall for half an hour, before the Sister, who went in to pass her message, came out and said. "Miss, Sister would like to see you now, please." "Thank you, Sister." Carra nodded to the old Sister politely, without a hint of arrogance.

There was a large moon above them. Kara looked around. It was a vast grassland. She could see some way off stone statues of people by trees with small pink flowers. Mary walked the other way, towards a bunch of logs laid out in a circle around a fire. Kara awkwardly followed her and sat beside her on one of the logs. "So..." Kara began, "Can I start asking questions now?" "You're safe here." "But where exactly is 'here'?" "We're on the Moon Pad." Kara gestured wildly around her. "Okay, and??"

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.