Moon Tales Novels & Stories

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.

said Reymond in awe. "What should we do next?" said Tanner. "Hmm ... let's go around first," said Eruza thoughtfully, to which everyone agreed. "Nelson what do you see?" Leonard asked, the burly man really liked Nelson, who was considered the youngest of them. However, Nelson did not answer at all, because Leonard was curious to follow Nelson's eyes, as well as the others so that they all froze too. Two months during the day, one crescent and one full moon. The crescent moon is blue while the full moon is red. It's not natural at all.

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.

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.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

The ache that comes from trying to live like a solitary creature when we were never made to be alone. And then there's mating. Fated mates. Chosen mates. The Moon Goddess, fate, bonds you can't break. I hate how much of it is real. Mom taps the magazine page. "The Lunar pack in Wyoming is hosting the ball on the next full moon. Unmated wolves will come. You will attend." My stomach twists. "I'm not into the mating thing anyway. You know I want college. I want to travel. I want to—" "Live like a human?" Mom says, and there's something sharp behind it, like she's afraid my dreams are an insult. "You can still have a life, Cat. Plenty of mated women go to school."

The Moon goddesses temple was a beautiful sight to behold. The temple stood majestically, its weathered stone façade glowing silver in the moonlight. Delicate carvings of crescent moons, stars, and lunar cycles adorned the walls, while intricate marble mosaics depicted the Moon Goddess's gentle power. A grand entrance, flanked by slender columns, led to a serene inner sanctum. Soft, ethereal light filtered through the temple's latticework ceiling, illuminating the central altar, where a glorious statue of the Moon Goddess shone.

~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.

Elena's point of view. The night sky stretches above us, clear and vast, as we walk toward the heart of the pack’s land. The moon, though waning, still shines brightly, its surface a radiant white. Mom often says that a white moon urges us forward, a yellow moon calls us to reflect on the past, and a blue moon brings fortune. But a blood moon—well, she always said death follows a red moon. Her own mother passed away beneath one.