New Moon Graphic Novels & Stories

And looking at the drawings and pictures, Pagan knew that it would be fun. Bones. Gothic arches. Spider webs and spiders. All metal skeletal mannequin. Gothic crosses at the end of the rolling hanging rods. Looking at the two sets of designs Pagan began to laugh. Then he scribbled a note to himself that had Cookie chuckling. New Moon = Ashlyn Dark Moon = Alyssa

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

"Way less scared than before. Less alone too. It's like you're always with me now somehow." That confirmed what I was already thinking. We were connected now. Bonded together in some weird way. "Can I take another look at your marks?" She rolled up both her sleeves without asking any questions. The blue lines were definitely shaped like moon phases. New moon. Waxing crescent. Full moon. Waning crescent. All arranged in perfect circles. I rolled up my sleeves too so she could see. Luna's mouth fell open. "Yours look exactly like mine!"

I said with a pout, as he took a picture of my neck. "I can kind of sense what you’re thinking." He smirked. I frowned. "That’s a wolfie thing?" "Kind of." He winked as he held the phone out to me. I took it, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at the screen nervously. It was not what I was expecting. There was a full moon, surrounded by flames. One could mistake it for the sun, but it was clearly a moon. In front of the moon was a silhouette of a wolf, its fur a deep navy black, littered with stars and a small moon… just like the night sky…

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

And as the sound filled the air, I saw something incredible. The moon began to change, its shape shifting until it was no longer a circle, but a crescent, a symbol of protection and power. And then, from the center of the crescent, a light emerged. It was pure and brilliant, filling the night sky with its radiance. The enemy faltered, their advance halted by this sudden and unexpected sight. They looked up, their eyes wide with fear and awe.

It felt like something I had taken, shaped, and chosen what to do with. ## Chapter 93 – The Festival of New Moons The first New Moon Festival started as an idea on parchment. It became real the day someone strung the first lantern across Mooncrest’s main square. From my window, I watched them—a trio of apprentices up on ladders, arguing about the best way to loop the line from one balcony to another. The lanterns were simple paper and wood, in shades of white and pale blue, each with a small rune‑etched stone nestled inside instead of a live flame.

“And you’re bad at pretending you don’t feel it too.” Before she could respond, the infirmary door burst open. Two guards stood there, wide-eyed. “Alpha! The sky—look!” Kaelen helped Aria to her feet and moved to the window. His breath caught. The night sky, once gray and heavy, was blazing with silver light. The moon itself pulsed — brighter, closer, alive. And at its center burned the shape of a great white wolf. The symbol of the Luna Reborn. Kaelen turned slowly toward her. “That’s you.”