Once Upon A Full Moon Novels & Stories

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Moon and the Promise The night unfolded like silk—slow, shimmering, endless. The villa slept, wrapped in the hush that follows survival, when even the walls seem to breathe lighter. Anna stepped onto the terrace barefoot. The marble was cool beneath her skin, the scent of sea and jasmine threading through the air. Overhead, the moon loomed—vast, whole, and silver as truth—its light pouring over her like a benediction.

’ He says, and I shake my head. ‘Keeping all their wolves under control on a full moon is going to be impossible.’ I tell him and he just sighs through the link. ‘I’ll try and figure something out. You’re right. I doubt everyone will be able to control it. Plus, we have a few kids that it’ll be their first full moon. They definitely won’t be able to control it.’ He tells me and I nod even though he can’t see me. ‘Cancelling the full moon run. That’s an interesting choice.’ The witch sneers in my head, like the idea of that pisses her off.

The moon hung heavy and crimson in the night sky, casting a blood-red glow over the sprawling grounds of the Blood Moon Packhouse. Wolves moved like shadows across the snow, laughter and music spilling from the great hall where the celebration roared. The rare Blood Full Moon was a night of power—a night when bonds were strengthened, instincts sharpened, and dominance reaffirmed.

It was going to be the full moon that night. As the case was always at our pack, all the wolves of the pack, with the exception of the Omegas since some of them don't have their own wolves and the rest have weak wolves that make keeping up with the rest of the pack impossible for them, all moved out into the forest. There, we wolfed out and hunt for games while letting the power of the full moon move through each of our beings, making us whole. At the end of the hunting game, we move back all the caresses of the animals to the packhouse where the Omegas made a festive meal with them. Once the food was ready, we wine and dine all through the rest of the night.

Sometimes they use the spell during the day to make travelers wonder away from the village. Meagan’s family lived in the largest cottage at the end of the village a few miles away from the base of the mountain. Meagan, having made up her mind, got up from her bed where she was pondering her escape. She opened her door leading out to see if she could hear if her parents were still up. It was already night and the moon were at its peak. Some nights the wolves would run during this time of night, but tonight were different. It was near the full moon time and the wolves usually would spend the full moon up all day and night for the three nights of the fool moon. There were festivities to be arra

His eyes were bloodshot and crunchy from the lack of sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He stretched and yawned extremely loudly. When he got up, he touched his toes and tried to get his muscles warmed up. Today wasn’t just any football game, after all. It was the traditional football game that celebrated the day his ancestors “expelled the vampires” from his town. Frankly, Liam thought it was a bunch of baloney, but apparently it was a big deal to the council of the town. That’s why, every year, they hosted the homecoming game with vampire decor and more. The cheerleaders of the high school team he was on were all wearing fake blood and vampire teeth, the same as they did every year

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

It would unquestionably help get this aggression out. Maybe his new bride would change with him tonight, run with him under the full moon, and they could celebrate their union in wolf form. He wondered how often she had changed since her sixteenth birthday. He fantasized about her wolf- how she looked, felt, and how her lovely howl would sound emphasized by the power of the moon. A full-blood werewolf usually birthed their inner wolf around sixteen, but half-bloods like his bride sometimes bloomed as late as 17.

Viktor sees the confusion on my face and chuckles. “They don’t live on the estate and only come here on the full moon to help the pups ease their transitions. I am sure you’re aware of the pull the full moon has.” He says. I shudder as he says this; of course, I am aware. The full moon makes our shifts uncontrollable; we literally have to be chained up to stop us from wreaking havoc on normal humans. I can’t imagine how it must feel for a newly transitioned pup as I don’t remember my first shift even though everyone says that it is unforgettable.

“Are you two separate beings, with him being trapped inside of you and only appearing on the full moon?” I chuckle at her obvious question; she’s watched too many movies. “We are separate beings, but we’re also one. Shit, it’s difficult to explain, now that I think about it,” I say, shaking my head. “And regarding the full moon, no, we don’t only turn when the full moon is out. Although, we’re a lot stronger when the moon crests and pups tend to lose control when they’ve become newly acquainted with their beasts. There’s actually a lot more to it; more that I will tell you later on if you want me to.”