Moon Of The Crusted Snow Novels & Stories

He turns on his heel and disappears into the trees, Cassandra following him with a last disparaging look over her shoulder. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess. “Are you all right?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I know it’s a ridiculous question, but I’ve been holding back from asking it all evening, and by now I can’t resist any longer. Atlas heaves a sigh, leaning back and craning his neck to look up at the night sky. Overhead, the moon is full, lighting the whole world up with an eerie glow. We’ve made camp in a clearing about half a mile away from the rest of the Blood Moon Pack; it’s as close as we can comfortably get without bringing on more of their wrath. I wasn’t exactly exp

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

And at the center of the crater pulsed a glow so fierce, so alive, that every shadow shrank from it. Serena staggered, clutching her head. Her crown of blood-crimson spikes throbbed in rhythm with the glow, shadows lashing wildly as though they recognized an enemy. The wolves of both Silver Ridge and Nightfang whined, crawling low to the ground. Even Selene faltered, her hands trembling at the unnatural pressure that filled the clearing. This was no ordinary fragment of stone—it was power incarnate, distilled essence of the moon itself. Fenris’s laughter rolled through the abyss. “Do you see, my heir? The moon shatters for you. Claim it, and my chains will break. All will kneel beneath your

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

The altar of the moon was a natural plateau of white stone, situated at the highest point of the Black Mountain. It was a place of ancient power, where the veil between the world and the Moon Mother was thin. The seven Alphas were already there, stripped to the waist, their bodies covered in tribal markings. They shifted as I approached not into full wolves but into the "Crinos" form, a terrifying blend of human and beast designed for maximum carnage.

It hovered at the center. The Heart of the First Wolf. My father moved closer. A smile mixed with happiness and fear crossed his face. He grabbed it. As we tried to run, the cave began to shake. From the shaking came something unexpected. A woman’s voice that drove chills down our bones, shouting: “Thieves!” The Moon Goddess herself. Her cave had been desecrated. In seconds, wolves surrounded us from every angle, as if she had summoned them. We were caught. Her punishment was a curse. Since we tried to steal what belonged to her, every full moon, the artifact would steal all our essence from us.

I opened my mouth to tell him about it, but then small circles started forming around my index finger. The moment was calm, and I put my whole hand in the cold water. The surface of the water changed, it turned into a mirror. But there was no reflection. I saw the full moon on the surface of the water. Then it disappeared, and a woman appeared. I couldn't see her face. Her back was facing me. The hair...it had silver strands. The image went away quickly, and then fire....angry flames around a crib replaced it. People were running.