Moonstruck Souls Novels & Stories

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

The Great Hall of Moonrise Academy was designed to intimidate, and it succeeded brilliantly. Soaring stone arches supported a vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into shadows, while stained glass windows cast colored light across long tables arranged by dormitory houses. But what made every wolf in the room unconsciously straighten their posture was the ceiling itself—a massive dome painted with lunar phases that shifted and changed in real time, showing the exact state of the moon that governed their supernatural nature. Currently, it displayed a waning crescent, which meant emotional tensions would be running lower than usual. Good for orientation, Ronan thought. Bad for his wolf, who

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

Something ancient and deeply buried inside her soul violently stirred. The silver mark on her wrist—the delicate wildflower bracelet Killian had given her during the courtyard courtship—began to glow with a blinding, celestial intensity. The Moon Goddess' primordial blessing finally answered her call, but not with the gentle, soothing warmth of healing magic. It answered with overwhelming, destructive power.

“But this pack believes Omegas exist to be crushed. To remind others what weakness looks like.” My hands clenched. “I’m not weak,” I said. Maeve met my gaze. “That’s what frightens them.” A chill slid down my spine. That night, sleep came in fragments. When it did, the Moon found me. I stood in a silver field, barefoot, the grass glowing beneath my feet. The sky shimmered, heavy with stars. “You hide too well,” a voice echoed. I turned. A woman stood before me, her hair woven from moonlight, her eyes endless.

She said before turning around and leave. Lukas is attacking SilverMoon right now? What the hell I will do now? Oh Moon Goddess, please help him, help our pack!

“I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.” Elliot Calloway growled again. He was in the same class as I was. Calm, reserved, and kind, but he always followed his cousin, Drake, along. One minute he would sit with me at lunch, and the next, he would join this group to laugh at me. “No, no, I agree with Nathan!” Selene said excitedly. “The Moon Goddess can tell us who we are mated with.” “Boo-hoo,” mocked Drake. “But, well, it is better than being here. Full Moon celebration is boring.”

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

"Spirits of night, heed my call, As the moon covers us, mighty and tall. Lycan's spirit, lost in the earth's embrace, Guide him now to his celestial place. Under the moon's ethereal light, We bid farewell to a noble Lycan heir tonight. Through the cosmic veil, let his essence soar, Back to the moon, he shall explore. Oh Moon Goddess, hear my plea, Embrace Sebastian's soul, wild and free. By your grace, let him journey with delight, In lunar dance, under your watchful sight. With ancestral howls and ancient rites, Together we release him from earthly fights. As the moon's rays illuminate our path,

That’s what they are, the souls, that’s what the Moon goddess said. “What are souls?” Lucy asks me. Guess I said that aloud. “The swirling fog we see inside the Bloodstone. The Moon goddess told me she placed a part of herself, the first wolf, and the first witch inside there. So that really would be souls, I guess, not fog.”