Moon Of The Crusted Snow Novels & Stories

It elongated, gained weight, and slowly, impossibly, shaped itself into a figure. At first it was only an outline, tall and thin, its edges hazy. Then details resolved: long hair like strands of smoke, skin pale as birch bark, eyes dark and glinting with silver flecks. It was neither wolf nor human but a suggestion of both — a body lithe as a predator’s, hands graceful and claw-tipped. The hum inside Ava’s head became words, not spoken but heard nonetheless. Child of the Moon. Broken of the curse. You woke the old bond.

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.

His tiger eyes landed at me, looking at me for a second too long before he said, “My name is Azrael. I am the Alpha of the Moon Goddess White Moon’s warriors.”

She didn’t know about that. “She…” Her mother’s breath hitched, “she tied him to the moon. Just him though. He won’t be able to roam the earth as a human for two weeks straight. He would be trapped in his wolf form, with no hold on his humanity, for every first two weeks of the month” A breath of relief left Shirley in a rush. Relief that at least he was not without his suffering. Werewolves took pride in their strength as wolves. Not being able to access and control that form when they wanted had to be a nightmare, innit?

The river, a mirror to the heavens above, reflected the moon's light, creating a serene and mystical ambiance around us. There, in the tranquility of the night, Kael nudged me to look down at my chest. Bathed in the silvery glow, my fur bore markings I hadn't noticed before. Three perfect crescent moons, each a mirror image of the one gracing the night sky. The marks were not just on my skin but were now a part of my very essence, represented in my wolf form as well.

Tristan: Like her fur glowed, like she lit up like light radiating off of her. Braxton: Fuck. Is there a crescent moon on her fur? Tristan: How the fuck did you know that? Braxton: Fuck. I was really hoping it wasn’t her. Tristan: It wasn’t her what?! What the hell are you talking about and how did you know about that? Braxton: The rouge Alpha Derick interrogated said they are looking for a wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. They called her the moon wolf and said she is the key to the dark side, whatever the hell that means.

Her path led upward, toward the towering mountain that marked the border between the rival kingdoms of Auryn and Verena. Finally, she reached the summit, her slender, golden form framed against the vast night sky. Rising onto her hind legs, the she-wolf tilted her head back and fixed her rare lavender eyes on the moon—a giant orb of silver light radiating an ethereal glow. Like a queen presiding over her celestial court, the moon stood sentinel among a sea of glittering stars, its presence both commanding and serene.

By ten o’ clock in the evening; Grazziena and Governor Draeko are on the mansion’s balcony, looking at the moon whose light seemed to cover the whole balcony, where they are standing. Grazziena focused her eyes on the moon and remembered about what she had read before about the Goddess of Wolves. They called them Moon Goddess. May be Moon Goddess resides in the moon or she, herself is the moon. “Hmm, can I also pray to you Moon Goddess?”, Grazziena asked murmuring but eventually shrugged her shoulders. She was just trying to make things light for her actually. She wanted to forget that she has a remaining more than one and a half hours only to enjoy the night with Draeko.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

It was a cozy quiet room and it smelled like old books. Lyle walked straight to the desk and pulled the desk chair out. Amaris could see the desk in front of her was a carved ornate piece, that was most likely very old. It too, like many of the things that she had seen in this place, had scenes depicting trees and woods and wolves on mountain tops. While Lyle was doing something at the back of the desk, Amaris took the time to look at the carving in the center of the front of the desk. It was a wolf who appeared to be glowing on a mountain top under a very large full moon. Further down the piece, there was a wolf clearly injured at the glowing wolf’s feet and below that there were men and wo