Moon Born Outcast Novels & Stories

He gulped, feeling goosebumps on his skin, blood moon, blue moon, he could hear the laughter of his enemies echoing in his eyes. "Now I know why we couldn't find her soul" Erroll shook, staring at the moon with admiration. "A witch kept it safe" King Caesar's eyes darkened. "It has to be one of the originals" Erroll shrugged. "Two escaped after all" he turned to the King, he could feel the anger raging from him as he glared at the moon like it had everything against him "I believe you know what this means?" "Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!

"Moon loaned me money to get my brother out of a Mexican prison. My brother is now in his final year of college to be an engineer. I asked Moon if I could work off part of my debt and he agreed. A year later, I came on full time." There are so many facets to Moon. Gaining the loyalty of so many can't be easy. He seems to do it seamlessly. My thoughts are so conflicted, and it's hard to piece together all that I know of him. It's the cold-blooded killer who twists me in knots. Wanting his body shouldn't be a factor. I'd be lying by not admitting that it is.

Just as we were throwing claws, blood filling our clothes as they tore through, Moon came down running towards me and like a golden opportunity to tame me, she grabbed Moon and used her as cover holding her sharp claws close to her throat, I shifted back into a human form, "Let her go?" I demanded with pleading eyes. She pulled her along, throwing her claws into the air and about to smash them against her skin, the light in the room went off and everyone became bothered, that was strange, but not eerily similar to her bring slaughtered, gifted by the moon goddess, I was at a huge advantage, I quickly snapped Moon out of her hand, and darted for the door, like as fast as my leg could take me

Killian stood to my right. Lira to my left. And in front of me—my people. I raised my hand and silence rippled outward like a wave. “We were born from rejection,” I said. “Forged in exile. But we are not broken.” My voice rang against the stone. “We are not Silverclaw. We are not rogues. We are Moonbound.” I drew my dagger—a thin blade etched with the runes of my lineage—and sliced it across my palm. Blood dripped onto the stone.

Now, it was all I had. I stumbled back to my hut, a mess. The Captain of the Guard, the one who collected the "Moon Energy Tax," was waiting at the door. As a member of the Howling Moon Pack, everyone had to pay this tax monthly to keep up the pack's wards and daily operations. The Luna was supposed to be exempt, but I was already seen as an outcast. "Selena, you're two months behind on your 'Moon Energy Tax.' If you don't pay up, you'll be kicked out of the pack."

We crested the hill - and stopped. The outpost lay in ruins. Wooden barricades splintered, scorched tents hanging in tatters, the ground churned into mud and ash. And in the center of it all, crouched like wolves around a carcass, stood a dozen figures. Their scent hit me instantly. Moonclaw. My jaw clenched until it ached. The largest of them - broad shoulders, black hair falling wild around a scar-slashed face - straightened and turned. His golden eyes locked on me, and a grin spread slowly over his mouth.

“You were the Alpha of the Shadow Fang pack. You led us... until the night you died.” She took a step back. “Okay. This is crazy. I’m not this ‘Ariya.’ I’m Aria Moon. I’m a senior. I have a normal life.” “You had a normal life,” Kael said. “Until the blood moon returned. Until your body started to remember.” Her legs shook. He kept going. “You’re not human, Aria. Not completely. You’re Moonborn. A bloodline thought to be extinct. That crescent on your wrist? It’s not a birthmark. It’s a mark of inheritance.”

Moonshadow, once the pack others whispered about in fear or envy, now faced the judgment of those it had rejected, driven out, left to fend for themselves in the cold. “Do you know him?” Orion asked. Luna narrowed her eyes at the lead rogue. His scent hit her a breath later. Smoke. Rust. Old blood. She did not know him. Not personally. But she knew what had made him. “Not that one,” she said softly. “But I know the kind. Cast out by packs who wanted to forget their inconvenient wolves. Too strong. Too wild. Too poor. Too cursed. They band together or die alone. Looks like they chose the first.”

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

This life is a constant battle, and I desperately crave a change. However, not long after, I experienced a vivid dream in which the ethereal moon goddess materialized before me. Her voice resonated with a divine authority as she addressed me by name, Sable, you are the sole remaining member of the royal bloodline, destined to become the most formidable warrior and Luna. In due course, I shall guide you back to your rightful place within your true father's pack. But before that, it is imperative that you fortify your inner strength and hone your skills.