Moon Alchemy Novels & Stories

Becca’s tea would have been good to taste tonight. Alpha Fauz's POV It was morning, I barely slept through the night. “I am not thinking about her today. I'm sure she would do well in her chambers,” I hummed to myself and also sounded a warning note to Finn. The Moon festival was around the corner. It was an annual festival where we celebrated eachother and worshipped our ancestors under the auspice of the full moon. More than this, the event serves as a front for political powers. New alliances are formed, boundaries are burnt, and mates are met. I had thought I would find myself a mate during this year's festival, but as it turned out, fate had it's plan.

Alexander spoke, flopping into the chair. “She’s getting too old; people are beginning to grow suspicious. She’s reigned for the last 40 years.” Adam revealed, making me shiver. How many others has she killed for her own gain? “What’s so special about being Queen?” I asked, making Adam turn to me. “It’s the highest honor any female wolf wishes to hold. It’s the only one that can happen at random.” I chewed on my bottom lip as he continued to talk, “Queen Luna’s are direct links to Selene, the moon goddess. There are other factors in finding a potential candidate, and one is what they call gatherers. They follow the Queen and will do anything for her. She typically will have one or two, but t

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

The moon's surface glows with a soft, silver light that seems to emanate from within, casting long, shimmering shadows that dance across the terrain. Beneath the surface, she discovers vast networks of crystal caves, their walls adorned with sparkling gemstones that refract and amplify the moon's magical glow. These caves hold ancient secrets and mystical energies, drawing her deeper into their mesmerizing depths. As she explores further, Jolene encounters ethereal beings known as Lunar Guardians, their shimmering forms drifting gracefully through the lunar landscape. They watch over the moon's mystical realm, preserving its balance of magic and protecting it from dark forces. In secluded va

“But you’re just like me. Driven by pain. Fueled by loss. You’ll burn, cousin — and when you do, I’ll be there to watch.” The mirror’s voice lowered, almost pitying. “Be careful, Mona of the Blood Moon. Envy feeds you now, but it will devour you soon enough.” Mona smiled faintly, though her eyes glittered with unshed tears. “Let it. I’d rather be consumed than forgotten.” The reflection faded, leaving only her own image staring back — the beautiful Luna, the perfect consort, the woman who had everything. Except peace. She turned from the mirror and crossed to the altar, where a small glass vial waited — crimson liquid swirling inside. The elixir pulsed faintly in the candlelight, glowing lik

Those objects are merely souvenirs of my escape from the cage to me. When Alaric opened the box, his expression darkened slightly, his fingertips rubbing against the stone. He stubbornly turned his head away, as if he were too proud to care about the relic of the past contract. "The moonstone vein beneath Sterling Mountain is far from exhausted," he said in a low voice. "If you like, the land beneath your feet could forge a thousand amulets. As for this rosemary, it should have long been blown away by the wind. Sterling only keeps new life and new bonds." He casually opened the window, allowing the spring breeze to sweep away the withered branches and fallen leaves. At this moment, Alpha's d

Elder Maera started gently, “This place has heard more confessions than the council chamber ever will.” I smiled faintly, folding my arms as I took it in. “It feels… peaceful.” “That is intentional.” She reached for my hand, with the familiarity of someone who had done this many times before. “Tonight, I wanted to show you something that is not written in any record.” She guided me to the basin and handed me a small vial carved from bone and silver. Inside it shimmered a pale liquid that glowed faintly. “Moonwater,” she explained. “Collected during a triple alignment. Every Luna learns this ritual, though few remember why it matters.”

His hidden pain. And they felt me. My loneliness. My hope. My love for these two males. "By the Moon," Kael breathed. The altar shuddered. Cracks appeared in the black stone. But not breaking cracks. Opening cracks. Light poured out. Silver and pure and ancient. The altar split along perfect lines. Like a flower blooming. Inside was liquid silver. Moonlight made it real. "Luna's tears," Ronan whispered. The most sacred substance. Gift of the Moon Goddess.

Lady Cotts sounded furious but it didn’t show as her red eyes went dim slowly. Chuckling, Irina amused. “I would never do that.” She glanced at Lucas who blew her a kiss from across the room then at the hourglass next to him. Her voice was firm when she looked at her mother again. “Now, if you wish to know what happened with you, listen to me.” She paused to see whether her mother would give any reaction or not, turned out she was waiting for her to speak. “This book, written by an alchemist who lived centuries ago. It says in the book, in pictures, the sun and the moon anatomy. Do you know what uncommon between the sun and the moon?”