Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

“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

One Thousand Years After the War The amphitheater had been built for this specific purpose—to hold the Millennial Council, where representatives from across the known world gathered to commemorate the thousand-year anniversary of the Great War and to hear from the last living witness. Elara stood backstage, preparing herself. At a thousand and thirty-five years old—give or take, she'd stopped counting precisely after the first few centuries—she was the oldest living being in recorded history. Functionally immortal, unchanged from the day of her reconstitution, she'd watched empires rise and fall, technologies evolve beyond recognition, and the coalition she'd helped build transform into some

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

It takes around 12 hours for the moon community to walk to the place they are going to call home in a long time, they finally come to a deserted territory, houses made of block but a bit ruined, It was an old territory that seemed a little bit in good form, It’s only needed some cleaning and refurbishment It had several houses, some wild birds flew out of them after noticing their presence. Rats and moles could be seen running from point to point, they all get into look at the houses.

my mummo answers while kissing my forehead making me nod my head. “What did Da mean when he said you were a goddess?” I ask quietly, trying to avoid using my voice more than necessary, not wanting to be in more pain. “He should have kept his mouth shut; my mother was the original Moon Goddess Selene, creator of Lycans and vampires, I took her place a few millennia ago. Your father is among the first generation of Lycans as is my closest friend Helena, we grew up together as girls while I was groomed to take my mother’s place,” Mummo explains as simply as she can, while I lay there completely stunned.

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.

To each other. 1000 years after Luna broke the sky. A pup stands on Luna’s hill. Age 8. Name unknown. Moon unknown yet. Below, a city of 10 million wolves. No king. No queen. Just Circle stones in every street. Just wolves choosing daily. Above, 200,000 moons. More appearing every night. The pup looks at the 4 stones. Can’t read the old words yet. But an elder kneels beside him. “What do they say?” the pup asks.

“How old is she, anyway?” “Five hundred years?” Said Zephyr, but full of doubt. My eyes went wide, “Five hundred years?! Holy sh*t!” “No, I’ve heard from one member on luna Acacia pack that she was like a thousand years old.” Elm trying to correct Zephyr, like he was not just giving a very huge gap of an age. Aaron looks at me and felt amused looking at my expression, “The two of you need to stop, you will burn kitty Cat’s brain circuit.”

she added. The problem with the information she provided was that the Moon rage was an affliction that affected werewolves in the past and it has been cited for more than three centuries now. If the information was true it meant the Oracle was at least four hundred years old. That was ancient, way more than Melissa thought. "Well, does that mean there is an undying werewolf running it?"she asked. Margaret shook her head. "No, it seems to have been passed down through generations. I have stumbled on an article that put down the name of their leaders over the years. So I think it is a succession technique." She said.