Moon Of The Crusted Snow Summary Novels & Stories

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

Crux didn’t look at me, but his expression shifted into a small, almost thoughtful expression. “There is a creature spoken of in old records,” he said. “A wolf with a unique trait. One that carries moon fire.” My heart tightened inside my chest. He continued walking, hands clasped behind his back in his usual composed manner. “A moon wolf,” Crux said. “Its tail carries a blue flame. Not ordinary heat. A fire that can heal or destroy. Either hot or cold. Stronger even than a dragon’s inner fire.” I kept my gaze forward, forcing my breathing to stay steady.

But as he emerged from the sanctum, the Sun-Stone—a pulsing, amber-colored crystal—secured in a lead-lined case, he found a new enemy waiting. The Moon Goddess’s final wrath had manifested. A supernatural blizzard, fueled by the cooling of the world’s core, had descended upon the Solaris Peaks. It wasn't snow; it was shards of frozen moonlight, each flake carrying a minute charge of "Lunar Rejection." It was a storm designed specifically to isolate and destroy the Star-Born and their allies. "The transport is grounded!" Nyx’s voice crackled through the spirit-link, distorted by the static of the storm. "Silas, the temperature is dropping into the negatives. We can't reach you!"

The courtyard of the Silver Moon Palace had become a theater of quiet miracles and desperate hopes. I stood among the hundreds of wolves now resting in the glowing roots of our home, watching the silver light dance across their emaciated forms. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the restorative heat rising from the mountain’s heart, but beneath it remained the cold, metallic linger of the Tundra. I moved from wolf to wolf, no longer carrying the diagnostic tablets of my medical era, but instead relying on the raw, vibrating resonance of the Silver Crest that lived in my marrow.

She stood instantly, gave a polite bow, and rushed to the restroom. As she walked, her footsteps left traces of ice on the floor—barely noticeable, but the woman noticed. Inside, Snow slowly exhaled and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes—they were changing. Traces of white flickered in her irises. No! She had to control it. But it was too late. She slammed her hands on the sink, and ice began to spread across the rushing water. It all froze. The door creaked open at that moment. The woman stepped in and whispered: “Greetings, Moon Goddess.”

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?

He asked me but I said nothing, my whole mind revolving around Kieran. The moon, as though recognizing me flashed down on me from the sky with such a huge and powerful energy, causing it to sip into my whole system. I jerked up in shock and obedience to it and stared directly at it. At this point, I could tell it was midnight already, and the moon goddess was taking its full force. I had some sense of excitement at that point but at the same time, I had fear. I didn't think my wolf could match up to the Alpha wolf of Richard.

The Moon Goddess turned slowly, fury colder than winter itself. “You dare.” The creature smiled sweetly, cruelly. “I do.” THE SHATTERING The Goddess unleashed a howl of pure lunar wrath. The moon overhead tore through the clouds. Silver rivers of light poured down from the heavens. The ground crystallized into glowing frost. Every pack for miles felt the surge. Every wolf dropped to its knees, bowing by instinct. Every living thing trembled. Except— the creature. It lifted Aria’s hand. White fire spiraled outward, eating the light.

Here I was so far away from home on the day the full moon was supposed to start. “Love her, she will feel loved and do right by you.” He turned to Drake as he headed towards us. “You’re mated, yes?” Drake grinned widely and rubbed his hands in anticipation, “Yes. Can’t wait to get these hands on my queen.” “This one I can tell.” Elder Alfred said satisfactorily. “Such a joy.” He sighed. We all agreed. ——— As we entered the Cadillac Escalade, we said our farewells to the Hollow Moon pack and wished them Godspeed.

The sky did not look like morning, nor did it look like night. It looked like a bruised, bleeding vault, frozen in time. Under the dead crimson weight of the fully eclipsed moon, the summit of the Howling Crags erupted into a mechanized, magical inferno. “Fire!” Madox’s roar and Cynthia’s sharp, freezing command synthesized into a single, devastating death knell.