Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

Lylah POV: The Bloodmoon pack had inquired the wrath of the moon goddess Selene and was therefore cursed. We were no longer allowed to have fated mate, unable to enjoy the feelings of a sacred bond between our mates course through us. It was a curse that lasted for 600 years, so for 600 years, we abided by it. The name Mate no longer had such significance anymore. *** “I can’t wait for you to turn 18” Thane said to me, a smile polished on his face as we sat by the waterfall. It was our favorite place to me, quiet and serene.

Celene replied, her hands rubbing together at the slight chill that rushed through her. ‘Never heard of men who could vanish into dust or share emotions either..’ Celene mutters before stepping out of the clearing that led to the garden she’d passed earlier. “It is not just men, little kittens. The entire pack is filled with generations of Lycans who are blessed by the moon goddess and empowered by nature herself. Women, children, young and old have lived for generations.” Hee eyes widened at the thought of generations..she took a look at the Alpha standing in front of hee and wondered how old he would be.

Every member of the pack, except Clyde, who was unavoidably absent, transformed fully into their wolf forms, each with a moon lily nestled between their teeth. At the far-left corner of the ancient burial tomb stood an enormous marble statue of my mother, the former Luna. My mother was popularly called the short-lived Luna, as she lived for only two hundred years, rather than the normal thousand-year lifespan of a Luna. As for me, I was currently more than a century old, still considered to be around my early twenties in human age. Mother's statue stood there, regal and cold, she felt basically untouchable. Her pristine and delicate face had been carved with such precision that even her ston

“You and I are going to live just as long as any of the other Menae and Guardians. We’re going to live for three or four hundred years. More if we’re careful. I didn’t know my sisters would ask me to be Luna. So, that means I’m Luna of the Menae until I die and you’re their Alpha. We have to make sure we rehabilitate enough Katie to reclaim her title as Luna before that time comes.” The gears in my head grind to a rusted stop. The hundreds of lifetimes I’ve already lived flash through my mind like photographs. Quick and turbulent, filled with violence and mixed with my enduring love for Kas. “Hundreds? As in multiple centuries?” Kas cringes and nods. “I-I hadn’t figured out the best way to t

"Different? In what way?" "Well, you're stubborn and short-tempered. Your generation couldn't be controlled anymore. And even before you were born, there were creatures who chose their own partner and rejected the mating pull. So I think the Moon Goddess saw that and to avoid any pain and scars, she gave you the ability to follow your heart." They were Lycans. They've been in existence for a thousand years. The Moon Goddess Selene created them. They were supposed to have a mate chosen by the Goddess, along with other creatures, but it all changed on the day she was born.

"I don't know who placed this here but whoever did is a genius. "List of packs with the dumb nemesis?" I spat in shock. "Wow, wow, wow!!! First of all, the Blood Moon and the Lock Heart Pack never had that power, so if we see that here, then I won't have a reason to believe this book. I told him. "The Navarre doesn't either. Only a pack that had existed for more than fifty years could be qualified for that. And not even all ends of with such privileges from the moon goddess." He said to me and I nodded.

Yet, as time flowed like a river through the annals of history, a growing undercurrent of tension began to stir. It began with whispers, as whispers often do. Rumors spread like wildfire through moonlit forests and beneath the pale glow of Selene's benevolent light. The lycans, favored as the Moon Goddess's chosen ones, felt their superiority was unassailable. They reveled in their divine heritage, their royal bloodline tracing back to Vakatow, the first of their kind, created from the very essence of Selene's love.

KATHARINA At Xander’s question, I stopped twirling the pen and held it still between my fingers. I studied him for a long moment before asking lightly, “Remind me, how long has the moon vein existed?” He paused, following which a flicker of realization crossed his face. “About… two thousand years,” he said quietly, lowering his gaze. I pretended not to notice. “There’s your answer,” I replied curtly. “The moon vein was artificially created and was never meant to last indefinitely. The source of its power—the witch’s true essence—was finite. Naturally, it would deplete over time. The fact that it endured this long is already a miracle.”

The Blood Moon comes only once every ten years, as It was the night the Moon Goddess chose a mate for every wolf who was old enough. A mate is a soulmate, the one person you are meant to love forever. Once the bond is made, it can never be broken. "I hope he gets a mate who is as mean as he is," a girl hissed near me. “But I don't mind if it's me.” Another girl said. “You are so pathetic,” the girl who spoke initially scoffed, her voice dripping with ridicule. I moved away from them the moment I realized It was Sela and Elara, strong warriors who liked to be mean to me.