New Moon Novels & Stories

I'd better make them count where I could. "Well, my first question would be, should I go back to the castle?" "A question for the present that's directed at you, most patient mother." "Yes," a voice boomed from somewhere inside my chest, echoing around my head like an errant thought. The Moon Goddess's voice was like a babbling brook, a soothing current of a deep mezzo-soprano that made my muscles relax. "Go to your lover, for war comes for him. The seat of the Moon lies in the fall of the Eclipse. A new moon is the dark beginning, for all that is new must first be born of darkness."

The moment she'd been waiting for since as far back as she could remember. "You were born on a new moon, all six of you." Mara sighed. "That spoke volumes, it did. New moon children have a lot of emotional power, a strong sense of self, and are a force to be reckoned with since they often are the ones who initiate things where others back down. They rise up when others fall." She nodded. "Aye, the fates were aligned. Finally, after three hundred years, I would have my chance at peace."

“Where's my father?” I asked as Jasper dragged my luggages behind him lazily. “Hunting. Don't you remember what today is? If not for today's ceremony, many of our pack members would come out to greet you.” Right. April twenty two. By midnight, a new moon would emerge. The blood moon. The moon at the time would enhance our innate abilities, it was also the times wolves tended to lose control of themselves. Finding your mate by this time could be thrilling and some girls fantasised about it because of the sex. I shook my head at it. The teenager read too many werewolves fanfiction these days it was messing up with their brains.

Even if the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. “You’re Tyler’s bride. The next full moon will be the Worm Moon and that will be the time which you and Tyler will be wed.” “Worm Moon? That’s a pretty odd name,” I said. The woman laughed. “Worm Moon is the name of the moon for March’s full moon. Each month has their names according to ancient traditions. January’s full moon is named as Wolf Moon which is the most sacred moon for werewolves and so forth.” “Werewolves?” My brain seems to leave my own skull and bathe in the same mud I was just soaked in.

Fiona’s POV They were finally here. Their energy was drained, and I was satisfied with that. Everything had been so simple, so logical. Of course, it had—we had planned everything meticulously, leaving no room for mistakes. I was certain of our success. Everything was in place for the ritual to proceed. Ester and Leena had already prepared everything at our camp; now, all that remained was waiting for the right moment. For both wolves and witches, the full moon is a source of power. And since this mutt was a hybrid, the moonlight would be at its peak during the full moon—the strongest possible time to strip her of her abilities.

Lewana POV I wake on the soft grass with the sun gently warming my skin. I can feel a warm body pressed against my back, holding me tight, as a protective arm is on my baby bump. I can feel his breath on my neck and his love in this moment. It takes less than five seconds for everything to be ruined when I realize what day it is. The first night of the new moon. I sit up frantically and stare at the sky. She's gone. The moon has left and is now replaced by the sun cresting over the horizon.

“As you wish, my Luna.” * * * * The new moon festival was celebrated every February. Just as humans celebrate New Year's Day, we werewolves honour the New moon festival. During this period, werewolves from the four Packs gather to worship the moon goddess, strengthen bonds between packs and feasts with one another. Young cubs who have come of age made their first shift this season. It's also the best time to find potential mates aside from mating seasons. This year's Moon festival had a spike in attendance. The four Packs of the Republic were beginning to show up in Alpha Randolph's mansion.

she asked. "The texts specify a New Moon," Sable said. "Not the Red Moon — the New Moon, which is the Moon at her quietest, the Moon that is present but not visible. The wolf-ceremony tradition calls it the listening moon. The vampire tradition calls it the covenant dark." He paused. "The next New Moon is in eleven days." "Eleven days," she said. "Are you ready?" he asked. It was a genuine question, not a formality.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

**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.