Moonrise Novels & Stories

“But I’d be a Trojan Horse.” “If you’re comfortable with it, that would be helpful,” Thea said. “Who do you think will be at the summit?” “At least Crescent Moon, Mead Moon, Storm Moon, Far Side, Eclipse, Cold Moon, and Ice Moon. They were the packs that were upset about missing slaves. Possibly Moonrise and Chaste Moon. They’re neighbors with Crescent Moon. They probably think it’s safer to back them instead of New Dawn.” “Thank you, Alpha Ford,” Thea said. “I’m looking forward to our alliance and growing closer.”

Author’s POV Night of the War, Night of the Full Moon. The full moon hung low in the sky, providing enough light for war. Hundreds of Willow Brooke warriors gathered in the plain, determination written on their faces, their destiny was to war even if they died in it and they came prepared.

Edeline Outside, the moon had finally risen above the treetops, casting a soft glow that filtered through the leaves, which fluttered and danced in the gentle breeze. Autumn was approaching, its presence evident in the crisp air and falling leaves. The moonlight illuminated my room with a calming, ethereal glow. I stared up at the moon, wishing for healing, hoping for strength. I needed to develop a stronger will. I pleaded silently for a solution, for a way to address all the mistakes and find a path through this painful situation.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

Jolie POV 2:47 AM — Full Moon The water breaks with light. Not a slow seep—an explosion of light that floods the room and blazes through the cabin windows and wakes the compound faster than any alarm could. I hear it before I fully process what's happening: the sound of wolves rousing, voices, boots on the path outside. The full moon overhead and the moonfire inside me responding to each other in a way they haven't yet, frequency matching frequency, and somewhere in my chest my daughter announces herself.

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

The Blood Moon rose slowly over the horizon, glowing like a promise and a threat all at once. Tomorrow, the world would see exactly what it meant to be mated to the quadruple Alpha.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

Perhaps Hope would carry these unconscious connections forward, a living link to grandparents she would never meet, but whose legacy would shape her nonetheless. As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting long shadows through the garden, the celebration took on a more reverent quality. Torches were lit around the perimeter, their golden light mingling with the natural luminescence of the Tree and Moon Roses. Somewhere, a wolf howled—a lone voice quickly joined by others from every direction, creating a haunting chorus that echoed across the territories. "The moon rises," Luna Mara announced, her face lifted toward the eastern sky where the full moon was just beginning to appear