Novelas y relatos de Once Upon A Full Moon

Another sigh escaped Selena’s mouth. “We shouldn’t worry about him just now, though. We need to be worried about you.” Selena looked at Trisha who spoke. Trisha gave her a look. “Or have you forgotten?” “What is she talking about?” She asked Dalett. “The full moon, Selena. How could you have forgotten? The full moon of this month ends on this day. The day when brutality sets in. The urge to kill or run away begins to take hold of you, only to return the next day. Naked.”

It was a full moon, a time of power and transformation for werewolves. Alpha Kane released his grip on my arm, and I stood there, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers had dug into my flesh. He stared at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Full moon tonight," he remarked, his voice low and contemplative. I nodded, unsure of where this conversation was headed. The full moon was a significant event for werewolves, a time when their instincts and desires were heightened. "I'm not one to pass up an opportunity," Alpha Kane said with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You will join me tonight, whether you like it or not."

Bodies full of lacerations looked meaningless lying on the ground. This was the seconds leading up to the night of the full moon, the night where the werewolves changed to their true form. Theo, Alvin and Davian wiped the blood from their faces after a fierce battle. They were in a secluded forest on the edge of a lake where the light of the full moon would easily enter into view without being covered by the pollution of the city environment.

Another sigh escaped Scarlett's mouth. "We shouldn't worry about him just now, though. We need to be worried about you." Scarlett looked at Avery who spoke. Avery gave her a look. "Or have you forgotten?" "What is she talking about?" She asked Cornelia. "The full moon, Scarlett. How did you manage to forget? This is the final day of the current month's full moon. The day where things become brutal. You start to feel the impulse to kill or to flee, only to come back the next day. Naked."

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

As the night descended upon Silverwood Falls, cloaking the town in a blanket of darkness, whispers of the upcoming full moon echoed through the streets. It was said that on the night of the full moon, the werewolf pack would gather in the depths of the forest, their howls reverberating through the night as they performed ancient rituals under the watchful gaze of the moon.

Damian asked. “Not so simple. Maybe during the midyear break,” I said. Right then, I heard my mom say something to him. “You heard that?” he asked. “Yeah. She mentioned something about a full moon festival. What’s that?” “Sweetheart!” my mom chimed in. “There’s a holiday honoring Luna’s son—the one who gave rise to the full moon wolves. It’s called the Full Moon Festival, and the entire town shuts down for a whole week. You should come visit since your schedule will be clear.”

"The full moon," Ronan repeated, something cold settling into his voice. "That's not a random choice. Full moons carry weight in our traditions. Bonding ceremonies, coronations, executions. Anything meant to be permanent is traditionally sealed beneath a full moon." "Then whatever she's planning," Kellan said, "it's designed to happen during a moment your pack will already be gathered, celebrating or mourning something significant enough to draw everyone's attention." Marlowe felt dread pooling cold in her stomach. "We don't have anything planned for the full moon. No ceremony, no coronation."

Blood Moon Bride - Part 1 Isla stood barefoot in the moonlit clearing, the white silk dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was thin, almost translucent under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon, leaving little to the imagination. Her heart hammered against her ribs as the entire pack gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar. Hundreds of glowing eyes watched her with a mixture of hunger, curiosity, and reverence. Tonight was the Blood Moon Ceremony, the sacred night when the pack chose a human bride for their future Alpha to ensure strong bloodlines for the next generation.

Standing in front of him, I suddenly felt calm. Only then did he look up, as if my silence had finally gotten under his skin. A flicker of unease crossed his eyes. “After the ceremony, I’ll take you to the Full Moon Vow Ball. You remember that night, don’t you? That was where I first saw you on the west terrace, wearing silver under the moonlight. I missed the last few years because of Vera, but this time I’ll take you back. Every pack there will know you’re my Luna.” In the past, the smallest softness from him would have been enough to feed my hope.