Moon Tales Novels & Stories

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.

Kira caught it and tucked it behind her ear. As the sun set, all the moons came out one by one. Big ones. Small ones. Red ones. Silver ones. Pink ones. Blue ones. Hundreds of lights scattered across the dark sky like diamonds. Hope pointed up with wonder. “Mama, why are there so many moons? Grandma said there used to be only one.” Luna picked her up and held her close, breathing in her baby scent. Looked at Damian. At Valen. At Elena. At Kira. At all the wolves running free below without chains.

The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, casting a mesmerizing silvery glow across the land. Alpha Galan, stood at the edge of a cliff, his keen eyes fixed on the radiant lunar sphere. It was on this sacred night that he could call upon Selene, the moon goddess, his mother, and the divine being who bestowed him with his extraordinary abilities. As the moonlight reached its peak, a celestial aura enveloped Alpha Galan, and he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He raised his arms to the heavens, calling out to his mother, the moon goddess, with a melodic incantation passed down through generations:

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

Thinking about this, Evelyn looked out the window of the corridor with a slight feeling - outside was an endless, heavy night sky, with the red and blue moons facing each other remotely, the red and blue moonlight reflecting each other in a secretive and magnificent color. She looked out the window at the two moons, just as she had done so many years ago, only to stand alone at the mouth of the cave, gazing up at the bright moon far in the sky. Only this time, the red dragon that roared and rode wantonly through the air would no longer appear. Evelyn thought silently in her mind: I hope this time you won't be as late and useless as before.

On seeing something new and shocking, Leora stationed her paws and passed a seamless glance at the sky. How was this possible? Apart from the natural white color, the Moon Goddess would transition into just one color and that was red during the Blood Moon Night but why was she green? I started seeing two Moons in the sky. I shook my head. All of this running into the woods had got me dizzier and exhausted and that was probably I was seeing two figures of everything.

Alpha Ulric let the men talk amongst themselves while they took in the information. “What packs are doing this? What Alphas and Alphas-to-be are doing this?” Alpha Reese from New Moon said. “At least Cold Moon, Eclipse, Far Side, Storm Moon, Mead Moon, and Crescent Moon. I suspect there may be more,” Alpha Ulric said. More murmurs and talking.

As Apollo and Jolene stand outside the gates to the moon, their hands entwined in a silent vow of solidarity, a sense of peace washes over them. The chaos and turmoil that once threatened to consume their world have finally subsided, replaced by a newfound tranquility that permeates the air. With the threat of darkness vanquished, the moon stands as a beacon of hope in the night sky, its gentle glow casting a comforting light upon the world below. It serves as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love and unity.