Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

"The texts are fragmentary. Written in languages that shift meaning depending on context. But the general outline is this: Lycaon needs a Cycle-born at the moment of lunar convergence, when three moons align, which happens once every nineteen years." "When's the next one?"

Leo scoffs, “What a load of a foolish tale. Such bullshit.” Hearing it breaks November’s heart. “It’s a tale passed down from every generation of our kind… Now I don’t know if it’s true or not… but what is true is that my kind exists… I exist and I believe I am proof enough of our existence.” She smiles sadly, “My ancestors had always worshipped the Moon, the Moon as our God, as our source strength and life. The Moon God protects and guides us, that’s how we were able to call ourselves as Luna Puer… the Moonchild.” Knowing her husband was still listening she continues, “It was on the sixth century of the Ossory Kingdom… our pack… or kinds had lived peacefully along with full humans… humans w

Who are we without our wolf? “She is the Moon Goddess, she created us all. Yes, she can do it”. Wow. I never thought this could be a possibility. Roe explained to me once, that once you’re a Were, you can’t go back. There is no cure or anything like that. Would Selene really do it though?

Then she stood, smoothed her apron, and picked up the empty tray. "I'll press the green dress," she said. The sacred moon temple at the centre of the Moonscar territories is so old that no pack historian has a reliable date for its construction. It predates written record. Predates the current Alpha bloodlines. The wolves who built it were building something meant to outlast everything they could imagine. They were right. I had studied the ceremony the way a general studies terrain before a battle. Not because knowing changes the terrain, but because it might change what you choose to do when you're standing in it.

"Well, pay attention to what I tell you." I leaned in, fully attentive, as she began to unravel the celestial tapestry. "The Celestial one is reborn every 100 years," she disclosed, her words carrying the weight of ages. "Begotten from a Medic and an Elite Warrior. According to my research, the current one is 98 years old, although I do not know of their precise dwelling."

“That’s a myth. A bedtime story.” Kael shook his head. “It’s real. And it starts with the Alpha Moon.” “The what?” Damon scoffed. “Don’t let him fill your head with fairy tales, Elara.” Kael ignored him. “The Alpha Moon only rises once every hundred years. It’s tied to bloodlines—fated mates, sacred bonds, the primal magic that binds us to the moon.” He pointed at the body. “Whoever did this? They’re collecting sacrifices. Young wolves with pure blood.”

"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.

They at least had the decency to keep their distance and their whispers to themselves though, so that was nice. I wanted to belong, but there really wasn’t an opportunity to prove myself. I was doing my best to make use of the library Missael showed me, but it was hard to make up for 18 years’ worth of knowledge. ‘Packs have been around for many millennia, even if there are very few records dating back to those times. It is said that the Goddess of the Moon cursed a man for killing his dog for biting him, transforming him into a dangerous, bloodthirsty beast.

“Perhaps you’d be sober by tomorrow morning, and I'll have you making love to me and confessing me to be your one true Luna.” She shut the door even before I could crush her awful imagination once more. Of course, it was awful because I had driven Selene out, and for five years, she had kept to her words to never return. For five years, my infatuation over Gia, the fierce wolf, had washed away leaving me at my knees, begging and yearning for traces of Selene. You heard right. I want her back. The day broke so early and I had a meeting with the members of the council in less than three hours. I quickly got up, cleaned up, and had my breakfast before meeting with the very wise and aged lycans

I changed my mind. "Go call her for me. Tell her to meet me in the Conference Room." It's a room I created in my residence for issues like this when I came two days ago. It's usual to have celestial missionaries sent by the moon goddess to effect one purpose or the other in the wolf world and these messengers are marked by a silvery line at the side of their neck where mating takes place. In the human world, such individuals might be termed as involving in a mysterious appearance, it's what you would think of if you've never known someone before and suddenly they come into your life without prior details about their background and past life. People will certainly think it's a ghost or some a