Moonstruck Souls Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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.

"They are not bound by the laws of our world, which is why they can manipulate souls." Ava's eyes widened. "How do we defeat them?" "You need to use the power of the Soul Crystal," the Moon Goddess said. "It is hidden in the depths of the Soul Temple." Ava looked at her mentors. "How do we get the Soul Crystal?" "You need to travel to the Soul Temple," the Moon Goddess said. "But be careful—the temple is guarded by powerful soul guardians." Ava nodded. "We will find the Soul Crystal." The Moon Goddess disappeared, and Ava and her mentors returned to the pack house.

We'd be in mortal danger. But there wasn't a hint of softness in Ryker's eyes, nothing like a mate's. Just a cold command. "Selena," his voice was a low, chilling rumble, "you're about to be my Luna. The pack needs you to contribute. The 'Moon Soul Crystal' will boost our 'Blood Moon Altar,' awaken the ancestral totems. It's vital for the Howling Moon Pack." He saw me hesitate. He put his hand on my stomach, and the pressure was unsettling.

That night, Damien knocked on my door. He was holding a small, embroidered box. Inside was a Moon Soul Amulet, glowing with a soft light. Moon Soul Stones were found only near the Moon Wells, a rare mineral that could nourish and soothe a wolf’s spirit. “For you,” he said, holding it out. “I know the flower was important to you. This is to make up for it.” I didn’t take it. I just stared at him, my heart a block of ice. Did he really think he could just “make up” for every hurt with something expensive?

Because first of all, I am a fucking werewolf, and it has been embedded in our soul, been practiced by our traditions over time that we must be the dominant one—the leader-type of creature. We now reached Selena's Wall. It is a huge wall that serves as the border between the mortal realm of Moonburn and the hidden glorious village of Stella’s Soul. As the name suggests, it is the wall that has been erected by the eldest of our Triple Goddess—Selena, the Goddess of the Moon and the one who bestowed us with our exclusive gifts. Stella’s Soul, on the other hand, was crafted by its namesake—the Goddess Stella, the one who makes the stars twinkle every night and the weaver of dreams.

Even Luna Astra joined weakly, her voice cracking with pain. After the howl, the Moon Priestess stepped forward. She was an old woman with silver hair, carrying a bowl of glowing moon water. She sprinkled the water over Lysander's body while chanting ancient words: "Moon Goddess, receive your son. Guide his spirit through the eternal hunt. Let his strength live on in his bloodline. Let his wisdom protect his pack forever." She then placed a small crystal moonstone on his chest, symbolizing his return to the moon. The pack watched in reverent silence.

Sparks of red, silver, and black light danced through the trees, and molten energy wrapped around me, sensing the damage. "I..." "It's like a heartbeat," I whispered, letting my Moonbound Ascendant skills flow. hidden... As we wait..." His voice seemed to be melting, and it came from everywhere and nowhere. "Foolish Moonbound..." Did you really believe that stealing the Shadowed Moon's soul was enough? The part I never showed you is still hidden. "It is chaos incarnate... and it is hungry." Kael growled, and his amber eyes shone. "Darling, that piece is calling you!" It's moving!"

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

She lit a lantern and began leafing through the records of rogue activity from decades ago. One symbol kept repeating — a crescent moon eclipsed by claws. It had been used before Marcus… by a rogue elder named Alaric. A name long thought to be legend. But as she read, the pieces began to fall into place: Alaric, a once-banished seer, had promised to return “when the blood moon rose to devour the peace of wolves.” Kate’s nightmares, the whispers, the sensation of being watched — they all suddenly made a chilling kind of sense.