Moon And Reader Novels & Stories

“Our alpha may have gone delicate, but the rest of the Blood Moon pack still has a spine. Presently get out of here some time recently we run you out.” “That won’t be—” starts Charles, but a modern voice cuts him off. “They’re not going anywhere.” It’s that imposing voice that makes my stomach shudder and my toes twist, the voice that I’ve come to adore in spite of everything. His voice. I skirt the protect, my eyes going wide as I see Map book drawing nearer. His dull hair is tousled, his green eyes are blasting, and his crescent-shaped scar appears to sparkle on his confront like silver. He comes to a halt some time recently me, looking at me like he can’t indeed accept I’m genuine, like I

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

I retorted. "Hmph! You're just a coward. I am confident, strong, and brave, yet I'm bound by someone as weak, powerless, and foolish as you. It's truly unfair," she continued to criticize me. "Get away!" I blocked Rose, but I couldn't block the desire permeating the air. I tossed and turned, restless and uneasy. I looked outside the window; the deep blue sky was adorned with drifting clouds, and a full moon hung among the treetops, casting a gentle glow over everything like a thin veil. The chorus of insects filled the night, playing the symphony of nature. A strong desire surged within me. I longed to tread on the muddy ground, to feel the softness of the grass under my feet. I yearned to r

The people might not like him, but they sure cowered in his presence, except of course, Darius- the Alpha, Herrick, his beta, Astrophel, Elaine, and Medea who was always indifferent towards him. He glanced at Claire, and she offered him one of her flirty smiles which he impassively acknowledged with a curt nod. He walked past Theresa, and approached Darius, then leaned with his hands on the table, so that his shoulders were hunched, as he stared down at Darius. The hall was thrown in complete silence now as he said, "There's something in the sea, Darius." Darius slowly sat upright with a start, leaning away from the backrest of the high chair. "What are you talking about, Moon's Call?"

Claire and Colton were siblings—and his aunt, Elena, had been moon-kissed. "You're Claire's brother," Channary whispered, the realization hitting her like a blow to the chest. Her lips parted as she turned it over in her head, piecing it together. "Your aunt was moon-kissed." Colton's eyes met hers again, drawn in like a tide to the moon. The air shimmered faintly between them, the pull undeniable. But Channary broke the spell first. She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in my house?"

If Snow Moon is burning you out, go visit 'Curse of a Lycan Luna' to read about more twists of fate. Anyway, especially to my most devoted readership (yes, I notice who that is - looking at you, Kim S, Emily Brown, jestrada_17), please take this as my humble apology. Drop a comment! Tell me what YOU want to see happen!

I just sat there just doing nothing but listening to everything everyone else had to say. “The only thing I can tell you about Aeliana is that I started dreaming about her when I was a small child that prayed to the moon goddess for a forever friend, and that night it was answer. When I went to sleep that night just to wake up in a strange place that seemed there it was morning and night. Both the moon and the sun were shinning there. As I looked around to see a girl that seemed to be about my age. Her skin was pale, her hair was as red as fire, and her eyes as green as the grass on a summer’s day. When she seen me, I realize she was just as surprise to see me as I was of her, and I found ou

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

And in the center of the room. A book sat on a stone pedestal. Black leather. Silver veins pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. The cover was carved with a sigil shaped like a twisted moon. The Luna Maximus. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t dare blink. The stories said the Luna Maximus chose its reader. That it whispered to those with ambition black enough to stain fate. That it could gift a Luna more power than any Alpha alive. It should have chosen me years ago. But the goddess...the bitch...picked Emara instead.

Jolene's eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the sights, her curiosity piqued by the mysteries that lie waiting to be discovered. Together, they explore the moon's vast expanse, each step bringing them closer to uncovering its secrets. With Theo by her side and the Earth Goddess as their guide, Jolene embraces the adventure that awaits, eager to immerse herself in this new and enchanting world. As Jolene gazes upon the mystical landscape of the fantasy moon, she is enraptured by its ethereal beauty. 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.