Morrow Kirby Novels & Stories

“She has the best imagination.” Behind Lily, the office door swung open and Mr. Mitchell stuck his head out. “Lil—oh.” Standing upright, he presented himself properly. “Miss Moore,” he smiled politely. “A pleasure to see you again. Are these your children?” “They’re Mr. James’.” “Ah. Of course they are.” Mr. Mitchell knelt, eye-level with Peter and extended his right hand. “I’m Justin Mitchell. You may call me ‘Justin’. Who might you be, young sir?”

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

All comes from the Moon Goddess they say. All in their case includes a brood of unruly children who tumble and play their ways through the city and the Wildlands, at ease wherever they are and willing to accept anyone or anything without judgment. It is even rumoured that they have vampir friends. Abir visits from time to time. At Mira Firewolf's urging he went to join her former pack, the moonwolves, to seek healing. He actually became a priest there! The first time he returned, it was to ask my forgiveness as well as the forgiveness of the packs. There was a big ceremony at the Harvest Moon--because werewolves and ceremonies, right--and then a party and forgiveness.

I was always looking forward to the future. And it is due to this that I met my first and only friend within the Night Moon Pack, her name was Lydia Rose. The daughter of the Night Moon Pack’s beta. She is pretty and kind-hearted however looks can be deceiving, as we got to know each other. Overtime, I found out that she was more of a troublemaker and also quite daring, unafraid of telling others about her opinions which sometimes I envy a lot however it might be due to her position making her more of a carefree person than me who has no one.

Ethan Silvermoon is the second son of Alpha Raymond Silvermoon alpha of the spirit mountain pack in Nevada. For generations the spirit mountain pack has put their main focus on being the strongest pack in the country. It has become tradition that the alpha rules with an iron fist. Frequent and grueling training sessions were required for all packs members starting at age 5. The training started out easy focusing on defensive and conditioning techniques. The training would steadily become more difficult with each passing year. On top of everything else only behavior that the alpha deemed acceptable was allowed, there was no drama allowed and anyone who made a scene or did anything the alpha s

Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power. As the car turned a gentle bend, the town emerged like a secret tucked into the heart of the woods. Small homes with wooden walls and wide porches dotted the hillside, some with lines of drying laundry flapping in the breeze. Smoke curled from chimneys, and children ran barefoot through the grass, their laughter echoing across the road. The heart of the pack was both wild and domestic, free yet deeply bound. The forest eventually gave way to a massive iron gate etched with runes, guarded by two warriors in uniform. The m

“Not because of the werewolf clan.” She tore open one scroll, staring at the writings detailing dark rituals, Malvior’s signature, sketches of the raid on Briarhowl. “You,” she murmured. “You burned our home. You sewed hatred into my tongue.” “General Coren Moonveil… Luna Lyara… are they my family?” Her scream shattered the already cracked sky. She ran—not toward safety, but toward the enemy. The black wizards in the distance were startled, then laughed. Almost simultaneously, they stopped laughing.

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

Morgana, known for her impartiality and a knack for deciphering the motives behind supernatural machinations, decided to seek out the Silver Moon Pack, where Alpha Jake presided. Morgana, with an air of purpose, arrived at the Silver Moon Pack territory. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. The pack members, going about their nocturnal activities, looked up as Morgana approached. The air crackled with an undercurrent of tension, an unspoken acknowledgment that something significant was about to unfold.

All things I didn't realize I wasn't, until I was. Doc has said that if I can pass this final test tonight that he may let me have more access to the outside world as an "open door policy" as he called it. Allowing me to, essentially, come and go as I please. I don't know where I would even go. I don't know anybody else here except Doc, Shelly, Jaxon, and Grey. And the other guy that is best friends with Jaxon, Trev? I think his name was? Jaxon called him Beta, and I learned that the Alpha is the leader, the Beta is his right hand guy, and the Gamma is the one in charge of protecting the Luna. The Luna is the mate, either chosen or fated, to the Alpha. Fated mates have a stronger bond than c