Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

“What do you mean Alpha?” “I mean what I said, you are not a weak Omega, you are special. A one in a million years special, remember when you awakened your wolf - -” Marietta nodded again. “There was moonlight around you and the rose petal. I did some studies based on the books my father and his predecessors left. That phenomenon wasn't just a coincidence, it happened several hundred years ago, when the first wolf to ascend became who we call the moon goddess today. Selene was the name of that wolf.”

What Alpha Joseph said regarding the Red Moon Pack was correct. The Red Moon Pack, consisting of 1,000 members and in its 4th generation, is highly esteemed as one of the finest packs in the country, holding the impressive second position in the pack society due to its exceptional reputation. As the tournament was starting, Joseph and Samuel sat in the front row with their Lunas. Each group in the pack maintained a distance of approximately 8 feet from the others as they stood together, until a loud growl interrupted them unexpectedly.

The butler answered. Tonight is one of the biggest phenomena after the crimson moon. They have said that the crimson moon happened a thousand years ago. It was the birth of the first king of the Netherworld. The subjugation of the Celestial Beasts causes the human race to become powerful and acquire such power. The complete annihilation of the dangerous beasts in the Netherworld.

Among the most effective ways to prevent him from emerging during the recession and oppression among the cat world, amid the hunt for possible kings, when the ancient and last king who lived more than a thousand years could pass on the gift of immortality. So, in addition to hunting down every single one of the youngest cats in age to maintain the empire, they did more... With every young cat they could find before the summit at a young age before entering childbearing age, they were hunted for just over a hundred years of cat hunting. When they were hunted, disembowelled and killed, as well as scalped, and made into musical instruments, few escaped towards the dimensional boundaries for hel

“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.”

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.

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

"Ancient spirits who serve the Moon Mother directly. I have been alive for three thousand years give or take a century. I am here to train your daughter and her mate." Mom sat down heavily. "Three thousand years." "Give or take." Selene smiled. "Time gets fuzzy after the first millennium." I wanted to laugh. The situation was absurd. We were sitting in our living room with a three thousand year old spirit talking about divine service like it was a part time job. But the weight in Selene's eyes stopped me. She was serious. Deadly serious. "What kind of training?" Nate asked. His hand found mine. Protective. Ready to fight if needed.

“What about werecats?” “Good question,” Elliot said, nodding. “Werecats also manifest their other self around the same age. However, their shifts are not tied to the lunar cycle. They shift when they choose, though the feral side can surface in moments of extreme stress or anger. It’s a similar dynamic, but less predictable.” I listened carefully, trying to absorb the information while simultaneously tuning out the whispers around me. The word anomaly lingered in the back of my mind from the History of Supernaturals class.