O Swear Not By The Moon Novels & Stories

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

“And the moon’s chosen will fall.” Aria’s eyes met mine — wide, fierce, terrified. “Kaelen…” “I know,” I said, my voice dark and cold. This wasn’t over. Not even close. The night that had begun in celebration ended in war. And as I stood there, the moon watching silently above us, I swore to whatever gods were still listening — Whoever dared touch my Luna… would live to regret it. ****

A moonbound oath is one of, if not the most important and sacred oath a wolf can make. We all pay homage to the moon goddess in one or another. We give her and her moon, reverence when she is mentioned or invoked. So, invoking the moon, her believed seat of power, is sacred, one no wolf, even a wretched one at that, will ever dare to break. The three alphas had made that oath, so my secret is as good as sealed. There has only been one record of someone breaking a moonbound oath. His name was never mentioned as he was wiped from history, but it was recorded that the moment that oath was broken, he was stripped of his wolf and eventually went mad with the loss.

My thinner human skin is a map of blooming bruises and broken skin, highlighted in the sunshine. “I am not going back to the highway. The moon has spoken to me and given me a command. It told me to come to the swamp and it is guiding me towards the rogue and the girls. I will not disobey the moon, its orders supersede all,” I declare, panting, “do what you must, but I will do the same. If you want me to leave this swamp, you will have to kill me first.”

His shadow stretched long and monstrous behind him as he mounted his black wolf steed. He placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, whispering words not meant for anyone but the night. “I swear by blood, by moon, and by soul… I’ll bring her back. Even if I have to walk through death itself.” As he rode out, his wolves howled, their cries echoing across the forest — a symphony of grief and vengeance. The oath was sealed under the Blood Moon, and even the stars dared not shine against it. Behind him, Violet stood in the courtyard, clutching one of her books tight against her chest. “The Blood Moon’s Oath,” she whispered. “The last time one was made… an Alpha never returned.”

Yet he had been there for Cole when his parents died of the wolf mutations. I step into the center of the chamber. Mortius does not blink. “Place your hand on the Moonstone.” A slab of pale rock sits before the dais, carved with the crescent mark of the Moon. Ancient. Cold. Unforgiving. I press my palm against it. The chill bites into my skin. It is freezing. It burns. “Swear by the Moon that every word you speak shall be truth.” The Moon oath. You can refuse to speak.

ALEX’S POV. I stood before our devoted army, their faces filled with determination, ready to confront our enemies. The moonlight was our symbol, and tonight, we would use its light to guide us to victory. "Are you guys ready for battle?" I asked, my voice carrying across the gathering. The moonlight army responded with a resounding cheer, their unity and enthusiasm fueling my own determination. "Are you ready to bring justice to the moonlight pack and save your Alpha?" I asked again, emphasizing our mission.

He didn’t look at the elder when he said it. Eli pressed on. “I am nothing but a messenger.” He straightened as much as his shaking legs would allow. “What is bound by the moon cannot be broken.” The silence that followed pressed into every corner of the room. No one spoke. Then laughter cracked through the stillness – Damon’s. It was low and lacked any warmth. The sort of laughter that had nothing to do with amusement and everything to do with what came after it. “I take what I desire,” he said, his voice dropping to something cold and absolute. “And what I don’t—” He let the pause do its work. “Rots.”

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

But here, tonight, under the rising moon, I felt a bond stronger than blood, stronger than fire, stronger than war. Rafe and I wolf and human, alpha and lone wolf stood together in the ruins, unbroken. And I finally allowed myself to believe that nothing, not even the distant threat of war, could undo what we had forged in blood, pain, and heartache. The moon rose higher, silver and commanding, witness to our oath. Our survival. Our bond. Our choice.