New Moon Graphic Novel Volume 2 Novels & Stories

She asked. “Werewolves have five destiny charts. A crescent moon, a full moon, a blood moon, a lunar eclipse and Death's eclipse. I haven't read much about them though still in the first two chapters. Chapter 1 is basically about the history of the moon, different theories and mythologies about the gods and goddesses of the moon. Chapter 2 is about the true identity of the moon and its significance to werewolves.” I explained. “Oh. You know it doesn't sound bad because you're narrating it to me but trust me the moment I pick that book it's going to be a bore.”

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.

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

“The terrifying divine infant of doom, then.” Kilian snorted. “Lyra.” “What? We’re all thinking it.” Nova shook her head, but her lips twitched despite everything. The humor faded when Lyra spread the scroll across the table. It showed a moon split into two halves: one silver, one blackened like scorched stone. Between them, a child figure stood, surrounded by curling tendrils of shadow and light intertwining like serpents. Beneath the illustration was an inscription written in old tongue.

Ronan ordered, placing himself in front of me. A shadow dropped from the rooftop. Steel flashed. I screamed as Ronan shoved me aside. The assassin moved fast—too fast for human eyes—but Ronan was faster. He caught the attacker mid-lunge, shifting partially as he slammed him into the stone wall. Bones cracked. The assassin laughed. “You’re too late, Alpha,” the man hissed. “The Moon has already chosen.” Ronan ripped his throat out. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. I stared, frozen, horror and something darker twisting in my gut.

Some wolves were beginning to leave the circle, disappointed and confused. But I stayed exactly where I was, looking up at that beautiful, terrible moon. “Why?” I whispered, so quietly only she could hear. “What did we do wrong?” The moon pulsed once, gently, like a heartbeat. Like an apology. Or like a promise. But no one else seemed to notice. “Perhaps,” Alpha Magnus’s voice cut through the growing chaos, “the Goddess has her reasons. We may not understand them now, but her wisdom is infinite.” “Postpone it,” someone suggested. “Try again next month.”

I was cast out of the pack with nothing— No title. No Luna severance. No den to call my own. And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate. This time, I won’t beg for his love. This time, I won’t tether him to pain. This time, I’ll sever the bond before it begins. I could already hear the gears of fate turning, and this time, I would move first. --- A blinding light burst from the hands of the Moon Goddess.

They were the environment. The White Alpha and the Prophet became the eternal guardians of the New Moon. Five hundred years later. The snow was thick on the Blackwood peaks. A small wolf pup, his fur a messy grey, scrambled up the rocks near the old cave entrance. He was small for his age, his paws too big for his legs, his breath coming in short puffs of white steam. He reached the summit and looked up. The moon didn't look like a rock in the sky. It looked like a city. A sprawling, glowing metropolis of silver and violet, the seat of the Galactic Pack.

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.

The very second I had walked into this room, my inner wolf had slammed against the walls of my consciousness, letting out a deafening, proprietary roar that nearly fractured my composure. Mate. She is our mate. The revelation was a violent shock to my system. I had spent twenty-nine years believing the Moon Goddess had bypassed me entirely, leaving me to rule the Blackthorn pack with nothing but cold logic. Yet here she was. But as I looked down at Katniss, searching for the answering glow in her eyes, I felt a chilling emptiness. Her wolf was dead silent. It wasn’t rejecting me; it was completely dormant, locked away behind a wall of heavy, phantom pain. Something was profoundly wrong with