New Moon Graphic Novel Volume 2 Novels & Stories

The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters. Jone sinks onto the furs of his low bench, opening the heavy pages as his heart slams against his ribs. The inner parchment contains vivid depictions of them sharing flasks at the Crescent Moon Lodge during their early truce, surrounded by winter roses. Jone remembers that specific solstice night with brutal clarity, back when their only warfare consisted of petty border raids and stealing hunting contracts from each other's vards. He turns the page, his eyes dilating as he reads the opening inscription: To the master

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

As the golden hue gets thicker between us, I notice that my connection with New Moon slowly disappears into the ether as if it never existed. Scarlett and I tilt our heads toward the full moon letting out a soulful howl to mourn the loss and celebrate the successful shifts that happened tonight. Charity, my Gamma, and Theo, my Beta, join in my celebrations before running off into the woods, ignorant of the New Moon members watching them, their eyes slowly returning to the normal shades.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

“That is fair… for now. If you wish to talk, you need only reach out.” I nodded, and we returned to Apollo as the rest of the team arrived. Artemis, Gilgamesh, Armageddon, Apollo, Dune, and I were it. Armageddon led us into the school and through the halls until we reached the library. I shuddered. My heart sank as I looked up. I frowned, noticing the large crack that had gone through the New Moon panel was gone. Now, there were sparkling stars and shooting stars. The blue moon was still with the full moon, but the panel of the red moon had changed. The moon was still blood red, but the forest beneath it had withered and turned into a barren wasteland.

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

They were the very reason he could draw a breath without the metallic tang of silver-poisoning. But above the vibrant sun, something else was moving. A second moon had appeared. It was a massive, silver-white orb that lacked the iridescent glow of the Lunar Council’s authority. It was flat, matte, and terrifyingly silent. For a wolf, the world was defined by its scent—the smell of rain, the musk of the pack, the iron of blood. But this new celestial body was a void in the sensory world. It was a "Dead Moon." It had no scent. It didn't even have a shadow. It was a cataract over the eye of the universe, and as it descended, the vibrant colors of the Silver Peaks began to fade.

One day, it would burn everything. *** At eighteen, Kaelan was summoned to a sealed chamber at the heart of Nightbane’s stronghold. The corridor leading to it was long, guarded by armed soldiers. The black stone walls were covered with ancient carvings glowing faintly whenever the moon reached its peak. Kaelan stepped inside. The air was thick, laced with sulfur and aged incense. At the center of the chamber stood a massive canvas, taller than any man. The Moon Painting. It wasn’t just art. Silver light pulsed from its surface, like breath. The paint shimmered, alive. A wolf with golden eyes stared outward, piercing through anyone who dared stand before it. Kaelan felt as if his entire soul

But the young werewolf was determined to succeed, driven by a burning desire to unlock the power of the Moon Goddess and become the strongest werewolf in the world. And finally, after months of searching, he found it. The Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. With trembling hands, he wrote his name in his blood, unleashing the power of the Moon Goddess upon himself. In an instant, he felt a surge of energy, a rush of power that flowed through his veins. He knew that he had become more powerful than he had ever imagined, and that he would stop at nothing to protect the book and its secrets from those who would seek to use it for evil.

“You don’t change until the first full moon after your 17th birthday. However some of us will start to have some minor changes before. Better hearing, better eyesight, better sense of smell, craving meat more, wanting to be outdoors all the time. Things like that. The first time you turn it is very painful. You have no control over it and it will happen faster if you are directly in the moon light, but it will happen even if it is cloudy. It just takes longer.” Amaris took a moment to absorb all this. Then it dawned on her. “Tonight is the full moon!” Amaris burst out standing up. Anna came over to put her arm around Amaris’ shoulders and sat her down once more. “Now you know why I have been