Moonstruck Souls Novels & Stories

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

The crowd grew quiet, waiting as she began to speak. “Under the full light of the Moon Goddess, we gather,” she intoned in a calm voice. “To bind two souls in unity, strength, and eternal loyalty. Tonight, Alpha Alec of Night Crescent Pack and Amanda Graymoon of the Graymoon Pack join as one — bound by blood, by vow, and by destiny.” Elder Rowan stepped forward and dipped his staff into the glowing moonwater. He lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the altar stone, making a hissing sound before turning into a thin silver mist.

I can't love her and leave her craving me for the rest of her life. Moonstruck. That's what they call it when a human or a witch mates with a wolf and becomes so entangled with them emotionally that they can never feel whole again without their touch. Maybe if she had more experience, another lover's touch to compare with mine, but she doesn't. She's only had me. If I take her now, she might become tied to me even without a mate bond.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

was in the middle of this. My mate. My everything. “It’s not the storm I worry about,” I said, my voice steady, though my fists clenched at my sides. “It’s what’s hiding in it. Tell me exactly what you know about Zac RedMoon.” The Moon Priestess didn’t flinch at the name. She simply folded her hands and let her gaze settle on me. “He is not alive, Alpha Damon. Not in the way you think. His body is gone, yes, but his soul... his essence has been trapped by a forbidden spell.

Everyone turned to stare at the heir who stood alone. He had no mate. Their gaze turns to the Moon Goddess, seeking for an answer. "On the night of the full moon, you shall get your mate. And then you just find her. Your mate. She would have a crescent moon shaped birthmark" The Moon Goddess said. " Freya, you have to help him find her because only you can help him do so" she continued. " We need to find her. She is our lost bloodline, we need to find her before our enemies do" she completed.

Sebastian nods past and we raise our voices joining the howl the Night Moon pack starts to flow through supernatural ways open before a worn path still yet uncut ahead lying our steps leading on undiscovered. In an unseen realm, astral flows blend ties as cut trails through dream landscapes. Luna gives my soul keen guided pack tests and spirit resolve passed to find old artifacts and powers that hold creation deep gifts self. Amid sky flows, ancients showed challenges, puzzles, and fights to come closer. First relic vast star strengths hold essence home place all things rise from self-same source spark. Night Moon pack walked farther mysteries passing known lines into alliance forming nature

A young girl. No older than sixteen. Her hair glowed silver beneath the moonlight. Her eyes were unlike anything he had ever seen. One silver and one crimson. The exact same girl he had briefly seen inside the academy before the ritual chamber collapsed. The same girl whose image had haunted his dreams ever since. She stared directly at him, as if she could see him and as if she knew him. Then she smiled a sad smile and spoke. "The seal is broken." Draven frowned.

“That’s the oldest of them all The Chronicle of the Silver Howl. No one has opened it in a long time.” The cover felt warm in Aria’s hands. She glanced at the others before slowly pulling it open. A swirl of silver dust rose from its pages, and the faint whisper of an ancient chant filled the air. The words written inside glowed softly under her touch. As the pages turned on their own, an illustration emerged of an image of a wolf with eyes that mirrored the moon itself. Beneath it, a name glimmered: Lunara, the First Daughter of the Moon. Aria’s breath caught. “That’s the name Selene mentioned.”