Moonlight In Chains Novels & Stories

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

I retorted. "Hmph! You're just a coward. I am confident, strong, and brave, yet I'm bound by someone as weak, powerless, and foolish as you. It's truly unfair," she continued to criticize me. "Get away!" I blocked Rose, but I couldn't block the desire permeating the air. I tossed and turned, restless and uneasy. I looked outside the window; the deep blue sky was adorned with drifting clouds, and a full moon hung among the treetops, casting a gentle glow over everything like a thin veil. The chorus of insects filled the night, playing the symphony of nature. A strong desire surged within me. I longed to tread on the muddy ground, to feel the softness of the grass under my feet. I yearned to r

Malachi, struggling against his chains, shouted, "It's trying to sever our connection, to isolate us!" Liora, her form flickering against the force of the chains, cried, "Stay united! Remember our bond! It's stronger than any darkness!" As the chains tightened, drawing the guardians closer to the abyss, Elysia's glow became almost blinding. The melody she hummed reached a crescendo, culminating in a singular, powerful note that echoed throughout the Dreamweaver. And just as suddenly, everything went still.

And she didn’t know how to hold it all together anymore. ... Rina walked through the gates of Moonlight Pack like a ghost. She had made up her mind. The decision was final. She was going to switch back. Rita was right, this life wasn’t hers. It never was. She had just borrowed it or rather stolen it. And now it was time to return it. In the days leading up to the full moon, Rina poured her whole heart into everything. She kissed Rafaele every chance she got. She held his hand, leaned on his shoulder, whispered how much she loved him. They made love often, anywhere and everywhere. In the kitchen, the garden, his office, their bedroom.

She said, batting her eyelashes at my parents. “That’s very nice of you. Sure!” Mom said, looking at Dad, who nodded at the same time. “Oh, I’ll only come if Izobel will come,” Amber said, pouting and fluttering her eyelashes to me. I gawked at her. ‘Come on, Amber! Tomorrow’s full moon. It might be my time to shine! Hello? A little consideration, please!’ “Of course! Um... Izobel should come, too.” She said, hearing her sigh.

That Luna couldn’t understand the reason why he ran away from there without even wearing his clothes and also without locking the door. She felt like this could be her chance to escape from there, but damn, her hands were tied with the silver chain. And there was no way she could break it. That didn’t stop her from trying once. She used all her strength to break the chain but failed. ‘Moon Goddess!! Help me,’ She mentally prayed. Without her wolf, she was just a human, and the fact that she had been tortured sexually for the past week had made her extremely weak. She kept trying with all the remaining energy that she had in her body, and all of a sudden, she felt a strong sense of power insi

The Council’s Verdict The chains were made of moonsteel. Elena felt them before she saw them — cold, humming, alive with suppression magic that crawled over her skin like frost. Each link pressed against her wrists and ankles, dampening her power, muting the fire that lived in her blood. Not extinguishing it. Never that. Only restraining it, like a beast held by fragile bars. The Council chamber loomed before her, carved from ancient stone and bone, its domed ceiling etched with symbols older than packs, older than alphas. Torches burned with pale blue flames, casting long shadows that twisted along the walls like watching spirits.

Eve’s POV I sat on the old wooden bench behind the infirmary, the one no one ever uses for reasons known to them. But maybe that’s why I chose it, no one will come looking for me here, nobody will get to see the way my hands won’t stop trembling . The moon hung low, swollen and bright it almost looked like he was accusing me. I put my knees tight to my chest instead at the moon, hoping she would offer me some kind of answer but in truth she never did all she did was watch like she was waitingfor me to understand something I didn’t even have the words for.

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

“She is unhinged. A threat to the Luna.” The warriors who stormed in were men I had led into battle, men who had toasted to my health at the last moon festival. Now, they didn't even look me in the eye. They seized my arms, dragging me out of the office and through the hall, past the stunned, whispering pack members who watched their Alpha’s mate being treated like a rabid cur. The dungeons of the Moonlight Howl smelled of damp earth and old blood. They threw me onto the cold stone floor, the silver chains tightening with every frantic breath I took.