Moon Rising Graphic Novels & Stories

The full moon rose high in the night sky, painting the world in a soft ethereal glow, Kara and Ryder stood at the edge of the forest. Their gaze locked, a silent understanding passing between them, both knowing that their love was as boundless as the wilderness that lay before them. In unison, as if guided by an invisible force, they began to undress, their clothing discarded on the forest floor. One by one, their human forms transformed into the majestic bodies of wolves, their fur gleaming under the soft moonlight. Their eyes met once again, now filled with a wild and untamed intensity, a reflection of the burning passion that resided within them.

She was very ill yet nothing seemed to help. Different physicians were brought yet none could save her. The bridge between the wolves and the moon goddess, the Ancient One also could not see anything. What is happening? Not finding a solution coupled with the silence of the Moon Goddess made him worried. Alpha Kelvin walked over to his Luna and gently brushed her hair with his hands. Even while asleep, a beautiful smile eluded her lips. He placed a kiss on her soft lips and her stomach before walking back outside. “She will be fine” Elvis smiled, seeing a hint of sadness and fear on the Alpha’s face, despite the Alpha trying to hide it. Not able to utter a word, the Alpha nodded in response.

"Nothing that changes what we already know about the price. But there's a passage here about the ritual's timing that concerns me." He turned one of the pages toward me, pointing to a section of Mireille's careful translation, his finger tracing the line as though the act of touching it made the danger more real. "The release clause has to be invoked at the exact peak of the eclipse. Not before. Not after. A window of moments, according to this, not the full duration of the eclipse itself." "How narrow a window," I asked, my stomach tightening. "Mireille estimated minutes," Kaiden said.

Her head jerked back and a sharp gasp of air sucked into her lungs as if she’d been doused with icy water. Wolves gathered around in a large forest clearing. Some in human form, some in their fur. The moon was high in the sky and every one of them surrounded a large dais that rose several feet into the air. It looked as if it might have been carved out of an ancient tree stump. A figure dressed in white slowly climbed the steps that had been carved into one side of the tree stump.

It didn't look as trashed and otherwise as harmed as the outside, it looked nice. I stood up slowly, taking in the initial mural on the wall immediate to the entrance. It depicted a woman in a blue flowing gown, standing atop an ocean, she was looking at the sky with her hands lifted. And in her grip was two moons; a waxing moon and a waning moon. It was a painting of the moon goddess, Selene.

After I shower, I opt for a wife beater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. My right forearm is still scabbed over from my latest tattoo. Every time I look at it, I am proud that I now have my pack displayed on my body. It had taken me a while to draw out the design just the way I wanted it to look. It depicts a full moon coming up over a hazy horizon. A wolf's head with bright red eyes is baring its teeth as it emerges forth from the moons' surface.

Tonight was the night. The moon hung high, silver and watchful, casting its soft light through the thick canopy of the forest. The air was crisp, laden with the scent of pine, earth, and a faint, electrifying charge—as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation. Hugo stood at the edge of the clearing, his imposing figure backlit by the moonlight. Around him, a breathtaking scene unfolded: a crackling fire burned brightly at the center, casting flickering golden light on the soft, moss-covered ground. Nearby, a large tent stood, its canvas swaying gently in the night breeze, inviting yet private. A small table had been set with care, offering an assortment of snacks and drinks, their

Both were staring at me, neither one moving. The light in the clearing changed as both the sun and the moon moved high in the sky, the light of the moon on the smokey grey wolf, making his silver fur shine. The sun bright on the sunrise wolf, his fur golden and beautiful in the sunlight. Both were stark contrasts, mirror images of each other. The power of the forest thrummed heavier, almost feeding off the energy both wolves were giving off. I slowly sank to my knees, awed by the beautiful wolves. Awed but so confused and cautious. Why? Why am I always brought to the forest? Why do I see them? Who are they? I had so many questions and when I opened my mouth to ask them, the forest disappeare

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.

The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Slowly the night creped in covering the surroundings of Queen Anne Hill. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. She grabbed her torn clothes tightly around her body and made a run to save her life and dignity.