Moon Of The Crusted Snow Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

That’s when everything hit me that the Witch in the cave had told us. The Moon Witch would grow stronger if she fed on a Hybrid, verses just a wolf. She would be taking from not one species of the moon but two making her even more powerful and we had left two Hybrid Lunas right there for the taking. Now on top of the two of them we now have more of Alpha Conner’s Hybrids on my pack lands, which will add more fuel to her fire if she is within my walls.

That they could do. Crystal rose out of the circle. It climbed her flanks in clear sheets, over the battered wings, up the great neck, closing around the last of the First like ice closing over deep water, smooth and perfect and impossibly gentle, until the whole sleeping length of her lay held inside it, preserved down to the frost on her scales, and the moonlight came through it and lit her from every side.

The markings on her skin pulsed in time with her heartbeat, casting strange patterns across the ancient wood. “Something's wrong with the moon,” a young wolf whispered, but in the tense silence, everyone heard. She was right. Through the pack hall's high windows, the moon looked… wrong. Bigger than it should be, with a silvery halo that hurts to look at directly. “The seals are failing,” Aria began, her voice carrying to every corner. “The barriers between—” The windows exploded inward. I moved on instinct, shielding Aria. Glass rained down, but that wasn't what made the pack gasp in unified horror.