Moon Reading Novels & Stories

I replied, meaning every word I said. “Well if you're looking for my approval, you have it. Choosing each other under the blood moon will strengthen your bond. You should tell your mother your intentions. I believe she was hoping to hold a Luna ceremony for the winter solstice,” My dad said and smiled. “Thanks dad, I appreciate it,” I replied.

Seven months and eighteen days, she carried her baby in her womb and he had stolen the breath of life from his lungs while he was inside of her. Evander knew that his wife wanted to be left alone. He could feel her need to be by herself for a bit in order to let herself break down. His wife is a strong and stubborn woman. She would hold herself together in front of others in order to keep her image, but once she was in solitude, she could truly allow herself to feel strong emotions. Doing what he did best, he ran outside to his barn and grabbed his bow and a sheath of arrows. He tossed both over his shoulder and ran deep into the woods behind their house. He would give his wife time to griev

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Fortunately, she was in the middle of the deck, being bathed in moonlight, and likely would be for most of the night. Leaving Selene there with one guard and one Omega, the other wolves left to join the Wolf Moon party. Liana had shifted, the Alpha and Luna were happily mated, Selene was recovering and would probably wake, healthy and whole, very soon. Everyone was light-hearted and anxious to celebrate. Snow fell soft and steady from clouds that were separated just enough to show the full moon. The tiny flakes sparkled and shimmered their way to the ground like confetti, as though the Goddess herself had thrown some down to celebrate with them. It was a perfect night for a celebration.

Lyra It was the night of a lunar eclipse. The moon did not cast its pale light across the forest, and yet strangely, it wasn’t dark. No, it was a strange, grayscale sort of light—not silver and glowing like a full moon, but rather everything was contrasted, like someone had put a black and white filter over the world. On a night like tonight, no one should have been able to shift. The lunar eclipse was a night of quiet reflection, of diminished magic. The Moon Goddess was in the midst of her slumber, and no one dared wake her.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.

I also reviewed some of the pack's financial records, making sure everything was in order. As the morning wore on, I decided to take a walk in the pack's gardens. The fresh air and sunshine would do me some good, and I needed a break from the confines of the pack house. As I strolled through the gardens, I saw something I never noticed before. In the center of the clearing stood a large, ancient-looking tree. And carved into the trunk of the tree was a symbol I recognized — the symbol of the Lunar Curse. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at the symbol. The Lunar Curse was a legendary affliction that caused werewolves to lose control of their wolves during full moons. It was said

The soft glow of the screen illuminated the dimly lit room, casting shifting shadows across the walls. But as I glanced out the window, my attention was drawn to the sight of the full moon hanging in the night sky, its radiant light casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. Mesmerized by its beauty, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. The moon, with its luminous presence, seemed to hold a silent promise of serenity and tranquility. After a hard day at work, it was like a beacon of light in the darkness of my life.

I raised both eyebrows, trying to coach her to speak. “What are the rituals attached to the different moons? We don’t celebrate those.” She finally said. Inside my mind, I applauded her bravery, knowing it wasn’t easy for her to speak up. "A blood moon is a full lunar eclipse, so the sun is between us and the moon. Which means the pull from the moon isn’t as strong. Some theorize we’re weaker during those moons. But because of this, most pack have extra security around their packs. Like a superstition, almost.” I stopped to see Atalanta write down some notes with a lot of enthusiasm. It was cute.

Someone else pipped up. “He didn’t give specifics, but it does sound that way. I did ask how we would even know who the moon wolf was. He said we would know, by the crescent moon on her fur.” Beta John answered. “So, we are looking for a she wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. What exactly is it that makes her so special? Do any of us have someone in our pack like this. Can we just give her up to make all this stop?”