Moon Bang Novels & Stories

“That’s mate bonding. With all of us.” “Plus,” Kael added with a grin, “Elder Marcus says he’s never seen the moon react to anyone the way it reacts to you.” I nearly choked on my orange juice. “What do you mean, reacts to me?” The four of them exchanged one of their looks. “You haven’t noticed?” Marcus asked carefully. “Noticed what?” “When you’re upset, or scared, or really happy,” Zane explained, “the moon gets brighter. Even during the day sometimes, you can see it.”

Nina revealed. “You mean the Blood Moon?” Rogan asked. Nina nodded. “The Blood Moon is a phenomenon that happens every few years. I heard this from a traveller once, he told me that it was a good time for magicians and sorcerers. Apparently, they get very strong and some certain spells can only ever be cast under this moon. The moon usually lasts for two to three hours.” Luke filled them in on the significance of the moon.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

“I know it’s not a lack of training.” I laughed a little. “Hardly. I understand what a Luna does, and I’m more than willing to do it, but it is difficult to think about when there are so many secular issues going on.” He regarded me seriously for a moment, then smiled. “I have a suggestion, if I may.” “Oh? Please share.” “Tonight is the night for the waning gibbous moon.” I smiled back.

If only he knew. Evening descends, painting the sky in hues of deep blue and purple. The village square is transformed. Lanterns glow softly, their light casting golden patterns on the cobblestone ground. The air hums with the sounds of celebration: the rhythm of drums, the chatter of pack members, and the occasional bursts of laughter. The Moon Goddess’ shrine stands at the center, draped in white silk and adorned with offerings of fruit and flowers. The crescent moon is visible now, bright and serene, a reminder of the traditions that bind us together.

The bustle of the Moonbane pack was overwhelming to Layla. The Moonbane insignia of a large waning crescent moon with the Moon Goddess standing fiercely in the middle was everywhere she looked. It felt like overkill. She couldn't even remember her father's pack's insignia.

BLOOM’S POV As the moon festival began, the Pack was illuminated by the moon. Celestial orbs cast their glowing beams upon the surroundings. Captivating sights shimmered and came alive under their ethereal touches. Lanterns floated gracefully, illuminating the darkness with their tender radiance. The stars sparkled and twinkled in harmony, and fireflies danced in the air, casting mesmerizing glows upon the atmosphere.

"Because I asked you to." So, I stayed. I sat on the east wing window seat with the curtain pulled back three inches with my notebook in my lap and nothing written in it, while I watched the grounds. The perimeter lights ran in a chain along the north wall and bent around the west corner and the gap between them. At midnight the grounds were still. At twelve-eleven they weren't. Two figures moved through the exact gap with deliberateness like they had memorised where the light stopped. They weren’t running; rather they were walking, low and fast, following the line of the treeline along the north edge where the shadow was deepest.

“I am the person who writes down the bill.” The pull snapped. The pool shuddered into stillness, its surface smoothing with the offended dignity of a creature who has been told it will not be fed tonight. The red in it dimmed to a stain instead of a flame. “You’ve wounded it,” Maera said, and if there was triumph in her voice it was the quiet sort that prefers accuracy to celebration. “When the moon lifts, it will not redden fully. It will mouth at the tide and not drink.” “It’s not the same as ending it,” Evelyn said, exhausted down to the bones that conversations live in.

One full moon bond. And endless nights of raw, no-holds-barred pleasure ahead.