O Swear Not By The Moon Novels & Stories

Elder Winston orders. Kingston’s grip on my hand tightens, and we begin. “By moon and blood, by bond and by bone, I bind my life to yours. I bind my strength to yours, my heart to yours, your people are mine, their problems ours, and everything that the sun touches under Mooncrest. Through storm and starlight, through peace and war, I am yours as you are mine. Until the moon forgets to rise.”

She quickly searched something. Her hands trembled while looking at the screen. The new lunar month was going to start tomorrow and therefore today was no moon tonight. She looked up at Xavier who's eyes were glowing and his fangs were ready to attack his prey. Star didn't have much time to think. She quickly got up and walked towards him who was sitting on the floor breathing heavily. She sat down set to him and cupped his face. "Go.... away." Xavier's breathing was ragged. He didn't want to hurt her and it was difficult for him to control his inner demon.

I grabbed Adele's hand because she was slowing down our pace as we ran, and pushed her into the broom closet I found, pulling the doors shut and holding it. "That wolf is moon mad, did you see the eyes?" She whispered, I could feel her heartbeat as we huddled together. "Yeah I know obviously. That's why I said to run Adele," I deadpanned, closing my hands as I held on to the door tightly. I had read about moon mad wolves in my training with my mother. They were wolves that had gone rogue, and we're unable to shift to their human form. They were deadly, and it was best to stay away from them.

He was still the way something is still when it's working very hard not to move. The priestess began in the old dialect, the one that predated written pack law. Nyx knew enough of it to follow: the calling on the Moon, the naming of participants, the description of the binding as it was expected to manifest. A cord of silver and gold. A joining of will and wolf. A tether that would last the length of both their lives. She did not describe what happened next. --- — Caelan — The ceremonial blade was silver, thin enough to flex. Caelan drew it across his palm without hesitation. He'd made worse cuts in training. The blood came quickly, and he held his hand palm-up over the altar while the pries

"I know." Elder Maren was silent for a moment. Then she stamped the receipt. At sunset, the ceremony was revoked. I left through the narrow path on the other side of the altar and never looked back. At eight o'clock that night, the full moon rose. Kaelan finally reached the Moon Goddess altar. He still carried the scent of herbs from Vera's room, his hair windblown from the rush. But there was no gown on the altar, no flower crown, no me. Only empty benches and candles already gone out.

MENODORA’S POV “What did he mean by the moon makes no mistakes?" My head spins from the pressure of trying to understand what his words mean. "The same moon that rejected me?! The same moon that never once spoke to me in my years of isolation?! Who is she to judge me now?!” Those are the words I want to scream in their faces, to scream at the moon, but I bite my tongue so hard, I taste the coppery tang of blood in my mouth and I hold my peace.

She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather. Ethan noticed, he leaned close, voice pitched for her ears alone. “You okay, Moonbean?” She nodded once, small fingers tightening around her cup of warm cider. “It’s close.” He didn’t ask what. He simply rested his hand on the back of her chair, a silent promise. The music swelled. An elder rose to begin the oath recitation. Three hundred voices joined in low, reverent unison, “We are Blood Moon. We are one heart, one fang, one future...”

"Then let’s get out of here before it shows us something worse." ________________________________________ They pressed on, the whispers fading into the distance as they climbed higher into the mountains. The air grew colder, the scent of damp stone and moss replacing the thick, oppressive mist. Night fell swiftly, the moon rising high above them—full, glowing, casting an eerie red hue across the landscape. "The Blood Moon," Damien muttered, his gaze locked on the sky. "It’s never looked this bright before." Soren exhaled slowly. "It’s a warning." Eve’s brows furrowed. "A warning for what?"

Amara, get back to work! "Yes, Greta," I said quietly, looking down. I tightened my wrist, concealing the imprint under my dress's frayed sleeve. I didn't have time to think about it, whatever it meant. My only concern was surviving. Later that night, pack members crowded into the main hall. The Moonlight Ceremony, a celebration of the Lycans' power and unity, took place tonight. I had to serve even though I was not permitted to take part because I was a slave.

Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream. I press the heel of my palms to my closed eyes, cursing the wolves. "I hate you, I hate you all" I hiss, clawing at my hair. One night, that's all it took. One night I had told Irana to tell mum I was gonna be late. I'd been going to a friend's house, but that night, the night I didn't walk home with her and wolves swoop in.