Moon Rising Graphic Novels & Stories

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

Looking at Lorn, He continued, "You will see. It is impossible to teach that lesson to a mate when you want nothing but to please them." Selene clicked her tongue in frustration and reminded them, "Mark and Talons's marks, remember?" At that, the couple exposed their necks, showing their marks. As they had thought, Talons' mark was a white moon with a wolf exactly like Mark's staring lovingly up at it, and they were surrounded by a purple glow. Just as Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon behind him wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow, Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow. The ot

The sky turns into a blue-purple hue color as the moon takes over the sun, continuously brightening the forest. I sat down on the ground, feeling the cold for a second, then pulled my legs into a hug. I steady my eyes on the lake as it shimmers and leaves a glittering effect. The sounds of crickets and acacias chirp as they sync with the water floor. I kept my mind on things that had been happening. I usually don't visit the lake unless I need to be alone or frustrated about certain things. Even when I lived in the Blue Moon Pack, I came here. The lake is where I feel most at ease.

The space where I sank my teeth last night now held a detailed crescent moon with a crown above it. The masculine version of her mark graced my skin. Heavier lines with a more tribal bent, they surrounded my power signs—along with a new one. The new power manifested as three eyes in a pyramid shape, the bottom two eyes closed with the top third eye open. I pulled the neck of my shirt to the side so that they could see the matching moon, which I knew from my exam this morning also carried a crown, though I was unsure why I would be marked as royal.

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

“Alpha… Aria’s first heat. It’s tonight. The full moon.” Logan froze, his gaze shooting to the vast, round moon outside the window. A cold sweat broke out on his back. He roared, “Stop this plane!”

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 war. A knock. Light, almost hesitant. A junior assistant slipped in, holding a tablet close to her chest. “Luna... I thought you should see this.” She handed it to me, her hands trembling, her face pale. I took it, eyes narrowing. A slick, black-and-gold advertisement bloomed on the screen. My heart pounded as I scrolled through the launch press release. Photos of bottles, eerily similar font. Even the tagline was a twisted echo of ours—“Rise with the moon.”