Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

“How long Tawny?” “Just over three years,” she says with a solemn voice. “It was three thousand for us.” I can't bring myself to pull my gaze from the window as I think of the time lost between realms. A gasp leaves Tawny, “No,” she says with disbelief. Finally, I turn, settling my eyes upon the small werecat queen. The emotion reflected in her eyes caught in my throat. “We were close. We counted the days and nights. For every year here it was a thousand there.” I nod. “I was carried Seneca for well over what felt like centuries.”

“There are legends. Stories about those born of the Blood Moon.” A chill ran down Eve’s spine. “Blood Moon?” Luca nodded. “It’s an event that happens once every century. It’s said that when the Blood Moon rises, a wolf of immense power is born. One who can change the balance between packs forever.” Eve’s breath caught. Damien smirked. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Luca shot him a glare. “This is just a legend. There’s no proof—” Damien cut him off. “And yet, Eve just froze a rogue in place without even touching him.”

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

< His wolf Roamer answered. ‘We were all told to mate under the full moon during our mate’s heat so that we can have more than one pup. Why is the moon goddess so harsh on us?’ Dante asked. Roamer scoffed, >We are her direct descendants. Why must our lives be easy?< “Ah!” Kaeden groaned, stirring awake. Corbin jumped up and came to his side. “Ki-Kitten?” Corbin’s eyes started tearing up again. Corbin leaned down and placed his forehead against Kaeden. “I’m here. Please wake up.”

No freaking way. “Bronx! I found something! I found something!" Everyone comes over to look at the book. “Menae? Hmm. I saw something about that in a more recent book. Let me go get it." Reggie muses. He trots over to a pile of books and brings them over. He flips through the pages until he finds what he's looking for and starts reading aloud. "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."

A small, battered volume on the history of the Moon Covenant that she had found miscategorized in a shelf of military histories as if someone had shelved it there in a hurry. She read for three hours. The Moon Line appeared in fragments across all three texts — never as the subject, always as a reference, the kind of shorthand used by writers who assumed their readers already knew the foundation. A bloodline. A covenant with the Moon Goddess made at the beginning of wolf kind, before the separation into packs and hierarchies, before the structures that currently organized everything. A direct channel of power that operated outside rank and outside the political architecture of any specific t

Elara put her hand flat against the wall. "He called the moon," she said.. "He acknowledged it. The way Lycan kings acknowledged the Moon Goddess in the old ceremonies." She looked at Zayden. "He is three hours old." "I know how old he is," Zayden said. "Alpha," Elara said. "I need you to understand what I am telling you. In three hundred years of Nightmoon records there is no documented instance of a Lycan heir acknowledging the moon at birth." She held his gaze. "The power your son carries is not

And with each time, a new era of significant changes occurred. “Why didn’t you lead with this?” I snapped. “Had you mentioned this to me the day you brought it in, I wouldn’t have left it to collect dust!” He bowed his head apologetically. The last one had been a century ago, almost to the day. We measured a lunar year by the cycles of our shift, which is a little over thirteen human months. We were literally on the precipice of this prophecy. ‘That doesn’t sound so good, Dom.’ Amos stated as he paced my mind.

she added. "Samira, that is the only book I have of the Equinox. In those two pages, it also states that the red moon only comes out every one thousand or two thousand years but if it is the one that comes with the gate, it stays thousands of years before coming. Now it started from the ancestors of the Millennium Wolf. If you want to find out more about the red moon, you will have to talk to one of your mate's ancestors." Mirabel explained to her.

However, being a vampire, Caterina easily managed to dodge him. “There is a blood moon eclipse that happens every hundred years. It is one that makes Lycans stronger, at least, that is what the legend says; however, in order to do so, he is to kill the next in line as an elder. That would make him stronger, and would make him in other words, immortal. At least in his mind. The only thing he is doing is slowing the process of his aging down. The thing is, the other Lycans seem to submit to him when they see that he’s grown stronger after killing the next in line on that eclipse night” Caterina said, explaining the situation to Nathan, making the two of us frown in confusion.