Romantic Wolf And Moon Quotes Novels & Stories

It’s like every moment in my life was leading me to her. “Is it much further?” “We’re almost there, and the moon is nice and bright tonight which is perfect,” I say, my voice sounding almost giddy. “Not about to tell me your wolf is actually tied to the moon are you?” She teases. 'Whoever started that ridiculous myth is on my shit list,' Atlas grumbles. I throw my head back and laugh, “Nope, still all about the sun, just like you.” “I don’t think you can count me,” she says glumly.

I hoped they would be warm enough. "I never figured wolves cared much for the stars." A carefull masculine voice pointed out and I snapped out of my trance to see the blond elf entering the patio the torch light flickering of his shiny hair. "I thought your love was mostly reserved for the moon." he continued reaching my side and peering upwards. "We are bound to the moon in unexplainable ways," I agreed, "but you will find that there are many other things we recognize as worthy of love. And we are the best lovers, afterall."

“I’m scared she’ll badmouth me to Sasha, giving her more reason to believe that I am definitely the monster between me and Alain.” His bestfriend touched his silky hair and reached out his hand. “Come. Stop sulking.” Ansel rose and offered his Beta a smile. Giro only rubbed his neck as he drawled, “Love makes a monster of us all, Alpha Ansel.” Ansel’s wolf only growled in answer. *** Fire is always beautiful when it’s solely shining against the cloak of night. The Wolf Moon, bright and round and beckoning, finally showed its face. The clouds parted away, letting their mighty goddess to light the world alone.

Damn it. I’d promised her she’d be safe, and I meant it. But the universe seemed hellbent on testing my limits. The wolves who patrolled the borders knew better than to send out a warning unless it was bad. Real bad. The moonlight sliced through the canopy above, its silver glow illuminating my path. I wasn’t dressed for a fight—half of my buttons were undone thanks to Jane’s impatient hands—but I didn’t have time to fix that. Her hands. Her lips.

Her presence brought comfort and solace, and I knew that I was blessed to have her in my life. My wolf's musings continued, now becoming almost poetic in his descriptions. "She's like the moon, a radiant orb that illuminates the darkness of your heart, filling it with hope and love. She's the calm amidst the storms, the one who brings peace to your soul." I smiled, my heart swelling with affection for both Sydney and my wolf. They were two halves of the same coin, intertwined in my life in ways that I couldn't fully comprehend, but that I cherished nonetheless.

“Like your name.” I tilted my head, looking at the wolf that seemed to be howling helplessly at the moon. “Why does it seem bound to the moon? Wolves are supposed to be free,” I asked, trying to understand. Damon looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, something unspoken lingering in his eyes. “Because the moon isn't just light to him. It gives him strength, but is also his greatest weakness,” he replied softly. We were silent for a moment, letting the meaning of his words hang in the air. Then he continued, his voice lower, almost a whisper, “Like you.”

he mutters underneath his breath. Sweet moon goddess, they’re adorable. “He’s your soulmate, right?” I whisper as we walk out of the door. Both faces turn crimson again, even without a reply, I can tell they are soulmates. Moon goddess definitely knows how to match them up. I actually thought I had that, too. I was sure I had it. But at the lake….. Nope, I'm not allowed to think about it now. "Mate," my wolf firmly purrs longingly as green eyes flash up again.

“And what that statement is saying, in no uncertain terms, is that wolves can only procreate with their true mate—the one the Moon chose for them. The bond is sacred, binding not only spirit and soul but blood itself. Wolves are incapable of creating life with anyone who isn’t their mate.” For a moment, the words just hung there. I heard them, but they didn’t land. They floated around me like smoke, impossible to grasp. Then they sank in. And when they did—I staggered, my knees nearly giving out. My chest tightened, constricted so violently I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from collapsing. I forced my eyes on Molly, my lips trembling as I picked each word like it was too sharp to s

“I never imagined life could be this full.” ‎ ‎Lyra smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. “Neither did I. And yet, here we are. Together. Forever.” ‎ ‎The moon rose high, silver and brilliant. Wolves howled in harmony. And in that moment, the bond of Moon and Wolf became legend. ‎

I answer with a smile. “Why the hell didn't you tell me that earlier?!” He roared. “Do you have any idea, the mega sized panic attack I was having?!” “Hmm, I know. I was here and watching you. You were making me dizzy with your pacing.” “I hate you,” he says In a dull deadpan tone. “The feeling is mutual,” I reply in similar fashion and without lifting my head. A moonbound oath is one of, if not the most important and sacred oath a wolf can make.