Novel New Moon Novels & Stories

“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.”

As she stepped through the grand archway, the scent of aged wood and polished stone enveloped her, mingling with the faint aroma of something sweet wafting from the nearby courtyard. Inside, the hallways were bustling with students—vampires with their pale skin and sharp features, werewolves with their confident strides, and witches adorned in flowing robes, their laughter echoing off the walls. Charlie felt a pang of anxiety as she observed the groups forming, each one a tight-knit circle of friends. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, reminding herself that this was her chance to start anew. “Hey! You must be the new girl!” A voice broke through her thoughts, and Charlie turn

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.

The world spun violently, then started to fade at the edges. I tried to crawl out of the shallows, fingers digging into wet sand and pebbles, but my arms wouldn’t hold me. Blood trickled down my temple, warm against the freezing water. Crystal’s voice was distant now, fading. "Nova… hold on…" My vision blurred. The roar of the river grew softer, muffled, like I was sinking underwater even though I was on the bank. The last thing I saw before everything went black was the moon—bright, cold, indifferent—watching me from above the cliff I just fallen from.

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.

The bitch who had driven a silver blade into my heart in another timeline was looking up at me like I was a tragic, irrecoverable joke. “I didn't come here to challenge your new arrangement, Katniss,” Damien announced, his voice booming proudly for the entire Council and press to hear. “In fact, I came to thank you. By breaking our political alignment, you’ve freed me to pursue the only destiny that truly matters to my pack.” He wrapped his arm around Selene’s waist, pulling her flush against him in a disgusting, performative show of affection that mirrored Hassan and me. “Tonight,” Damien declared, raising his glass higher, “I officially announce my own engagement. Selene Nightvale is my fa

Ugh. "Hear this, 'On the twelfth New Moon of the year, an unexpected happened to Z. She's not recognized as a stealer by the mateless wolf member of our pack. We held her coronation as Luna today and she survived the risk of being uncovered.' The letter goes on but the rest are irrelevant." 12th new moon? That sounds like I can be invisible to the grieving wolf, right? Or was it every new moon? That's disturbing but useful. I looked at Aiden and his eyes were already on me. I can't pinpoint the emotion I saw in his face but I think I saw sadness and awe.

Margo says as we start to eat. “We should probably wait until after Tuesday. I think after Thursday would be best,” Beth tells her. “Oh right. New moon and all that.” They’ve lost me there. “New what? What’s going on? “New moon,” Beth replies. “It’s when the moon isn’t visible in the sky. It affects our condition. Makes us almost normal. We can’t smell, hear, or heal as fast. I’m not going to be pelted with paintballs being normal!”

I placed my hands on his temples again, and welcomed the vision into mine. I saw a woman, Clay’s mother. She was bitten by a vampire. She did not say a word about it, because had she did so, our father would have hunted that vampire . And then, there was the full moon, two babies. I have seen two babies, one boy and one girl. But Clay’s mother was only carrying a single child. The full moon and two babies and then a powerful voice echoing: ‘Two children of the chosen wolves. Destined to be one. The female Luna will be the most powerful of all wolves, her powers will be unparalleled, her domains will be one. She must be protected or else, her powers will be lost and all wolves will pay the co

While I want to trust and believe the Bloodmoon Beta, I didn’t see the passage in the supposed book with my own eyes. Call me a cynic, but I don’t fully trust anything I didn’t see firsthand. I found an obscure book in her collection that took me three dictionaries to translate because it was in fucking Old Norse. After translating the book, it confirmed the new moon ritual allowing a werewolf to take a human mate. Witches would leverage the new moon ritual to awaken wolves and increase their power, even if it meant being tethered to a werewolf male.