Nightmare Moon Human Novels & Stories

It’s going to be the longest twenty four hours of my life. The worst part was hearing her scream. I knew it was her, I could feel the panic thick in the air. It made my blood run cold, I left it to Bennet even though it physically hurt to not go to her. I thought my wolf was going to tear through the door, but we couldn’t go to her. I don’t know what it was, I just had a feeling we would not be welcome. I did however stand at my door listening to Jeremiah and Rayna talking in the hallway, it must have been to Bennet, about nightmares and some kind of trauma. What did the Moon Goddess give me? She’s a frail, weak, human who has been traumatized so much that she has nightmares as an adult.

And how am I going to explain my disappearing for weeks? This whole mate thing is a mistake. Human beings and werewolves are different, after all. And I once heard them talk about how shrewd and deceitful human beings could be. Their great alpha got me with only a few sweet talks and flowers. Whatever, I’ll leave here and return where I belong. I’ll end the mistake. I know it’s gonna be very hard, but I’m not afraid of hardships. The next morning. The damn headache goes on and on. I must look so dead.

My gaze fell on the moonlit room, and I silently thanked the Moon goddess for sparing me from the horror I had witnessed in my dream. With my heart gradually returning to its regular rhythm, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. My hands trembled slightly as I wiped the sweat from my brow, trying to dispel the lingering unease that had settled over me. In moments like these, I felt a twinge of vulnerability, a reminder that even in my role as Luna, I was still human, susceptible to fears and anxieties.

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

The bond tightened like a vow and Nero went perfectly still inside. "Luna..." he purred, deep with satisfaction. Behind me, the house didn't stay silent for long. The whispers started like a draft under a door. It was soft at first, then it slipped into every corner, every stairwell, every shadowed hallway. "You've got to be kidding me..." "Really? A human?" "This isn't right..." "No... No that can't be. The Moon Goddess wouldn't." "It's blasphemy." The last word hissed like a curse.

They sat in a circle, their faces grim. Damien stood in front of them, his arms crossed. “The rogues attacked. They shouted her name. They knew she was Luna.” An Elder raised his hand. “Alpha Damien, forgive me, but we must speak plain. This girl is not only human. Tonight proves it.” Elara froze. Her chest tightened. Another Elder leaned forward, his voice low. “We have heard of old words. A prophecy. Long ago, the Moon Goddess warned of a human marked by light. A human who would rise among wolves.”

It was a faint pink line, already half-closed, the kind of scar that should have taken days, not hours. The room went still. Damien’s eyes sharpened. Kael’s arms tightened across his chest. Aiden tilted his head, his smirk gone. Her breathing quickened. “I… I heal fast sometimes. It’s nothing. Please, don’t.” “No human heals like that,” I interrupted, my voice low and cold. I caught her eyes, refusing to let her look away. “So tell me, what exactly are you?” She flinched as if I had struck her. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m human.”

A powerful scream that I could barely recognize my own voice because of that. And when I fell on the tiled floor I saw Lisa, dead. The whole place was silent, the light was out throughout Midnight. Right before the moon turns back to its original color, I saw my reflection on the broken glass, near my feet. Long white hair, red eyes, fangs, root-ink visible veins. And my forehead ... It has a Zirconia moon's mark, which is shining. My tears started to flow. The moon is back to normal. I just knelt down in front of Acheron and cried hugging his body again. That's when someone appeared and it was Aunt Laura.