Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

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.

~Third-Person Close, Pack Perspective~ The full moon gathering, eighteen months after Selene's return, carries a quality several elder council members struggle afterward to fully articulate, though all of them agree on the essential fact of it before they've even finished comparing notes. The gathering itself proceeds through its familiar structure, the pack assembling at the elder circle as the moon climbs to its fullest point, the same ceremonial rhythm this territory has maintained across generations, nothing in the outward form of the occasion distinguishing it from a hundred similar gatherings that came before it.

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

“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.

Kas squeals and stands up, preventing Bronx from taking another dig at me. “Menae? Hmm. I saw something about that in a more recent book. Let me go get it.” Reggie looks at the page in Kas’s book then gets a book he was looking at. “The Menae are fifty children of the Moon Goddess and the human king Endymion. Modern times say they represent the fifty months of the four-year Olympiad cycle.”

"The Thornhaven alpha claims to have a Moon-Wolf of his own," Kellan read aloud. "He says he's been breeding them for thirty years." The council hall was cold despite the torches. The celebration outside had died down, and the only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the rustle of parchment as Kellan spread the response across the table. His face was pale, and his glacial blue eyes were fixed on the words like he could burn them off the page.

I finally manage to blurt out unthinkingly. “Well, it so happens that the legend behind our origins is quite literal despite what we’d all presume,” she smiles sweetly, appearing just a few years older than myself, “-we are made in the image of the Moon Goddess and her alone – duplicates of our mother herself. We are the true Children of the Moon and I am the first of her name, Cateline. It’s a true pleasure to meet you, Willow.” “It's nice to meet you too,” I raise a dubious eyebrow, still not entirely sold on what is going on.

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.