Moonstruck Souls Novels & Stories

The Lunar Well chamber pulses with silver light, the pool’s surface a mirror reflecting my amber-silver aura, now laced with faint lunar wings. My crescent mark burns, urging me to act, but Lysa’s black-threaded aura lingers in my mind, a puzzle I can’t solve without risking exposure. The lunar-eyed stranger’s warning—Don’t tell Sylvara—clashes with Maddox’s hint about Lysa’s signaling, and the weight of the mole’s betrayal presses heavier with each passing hour. I need clarity, a way to see beyond the Hollow’s tangled threads, so I kneel by the Well, letting my lunar sight sink into its depths.

Above this garden is the Moon Goddess’s palace, where she sits to oversee the affairs of the werewolf world and judge the souls of dead werewolves that slowly drifted along on the Golden Thread of Souls. A few souls were bright and pure with some darkness, but most were purely dark and glittery. The pure souls were destined for the pearly gates, while the dark ones would go to the Underworld. The Moon Goddess is a creature of exquisite beauty with beautiful, silver, flowing hair that glistens like moonbeams. Her pale blue eyes are deep and mysterious and can captivate the beholder. She radiates a strong celestial aura with a serene, gentle smile and otherworldly elegance.

“Just like you.” I smiled, a little embarrassed, but then Rowan's face shifted, becoming more serious. “I did some research,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I spent hours in my father’s library. Tonight’s moon is special. It’s said to bond souls—two people in love. Forever.” I frowned, the words both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "Bond souls?" I repeated, my heart suddenly pounding faster. "Rowan, that sounds... dangerous. What if... what if we aren’t mates?"

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light. A low growl announced Nyx's arrival, my wolf aspect padded into view. Holy Moon Goddess, she was gorgeous. “Welcome back, little one,” she rumbled, her voice carrying directly into my mind like warm honey. A shimmer of silvery light heralded Astra's appearance. My witch aspect manifested as an ethereal figure that seemed to be made of moonlight and stardust. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales featured badass magical beings.

I loved it but I knew it was also because he was worried that either his mom or Sabrina would come for me again. But what he didn't know was that, if they did, I would be ready this time. He told me all I needed to hear. I decided I was going to fight for us. The thought alone was supposed to be scary but if anything, I felt empowered. I was tired of being pushed around when I didn't even choose this fate. The moon goddess placed me right where I was and I was going to fight to stay there. I was fated to be the Luna of the Death shade pack. I wasn't about to ridicule our goddess’s judgement by running away like I always do.

"Whispers of the Mystic Moon" The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow upon Luna's determined figure as she stood before Alpha Burst. Her decision to travel to Blackmoon, driven by a sense of responsibility and a connection to the mystical forces that governed their realms, unfolded in the quietude of their shared space.