Song Of The Welkin Moon Novels & Stories

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

The light in her sigil flared violently. Kaelen grabbed her wrist. “What is that?” She met his gaze, fear breaking through her composure. “The moon’s calling. The Harvest Moon—it’s early.” He looked up. Through the storm, the clouds began to thin, revealing a pale red glow seeping across the horizon. The moon, swollen and shimmering, climbed higher with impossible speed. “Too soon,” he muttered. “It wasn’t supposed to rise for another day.” A voice drifted through the air, carried on the wind. “The moon waits for no mortal vow.”

We were moving to the same rhythm, to the same beat. We were a song. We were one. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ E L L E ] The sky was pitch black, except for the presence of the moon and the stars. It was a full moon tonight, and it was shining this bluish hue.

But the Moonlight pack by the stream continued to thrive and multiply. Among the werewolves' wandering bards, the ballad of the Moonlight pack was passed down. They sang, "Beautiful Cynthia wed a mate far away, bringing wealth and wisdom to her pack's stay. A jealous she-wolf called her a traitor's name, and her beloved husband cast her out in shame. None knew the wolfsbane in her blood did flow, till the Moon Goddess let her innocence show. Then home at last her weary soul could go." The melodious and poignant song spread across Mittelgard.

“sleep? with you two snoring like bears? pass.” Rhea snorted. “hey, my snoring’s melodic. serna’s the one who sounds like she’s gargling gravel.” Serna pulled her hand back, but the warmth lingered. “melodic my ass. last truce i woke up to you humming that old blue moon lullaby off-key. thought the enemy had infiltrated with a dying cat.” Kaelin grinned, faint but real. “lyra used to sing it to the scouts after patrols. voice like smoke and honey. ‘sleep little wolf, the moon’s your shield.’ made even the worst nights feel… possible.”

At the Triangle Court, the High Moon, Selena was taking her place. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moon to take her exact place. When it’s at the center of the Triangle Court, the solid ground descended forming a big deep hole. Then, streams of water began to fill it up making it a lake. There were no clouds that covered the moon. When Her reflection centered at the very heart of the Lake, the moonlight started to shift from silvery to glowing. Everything that the moon touched began to glow. It was spectacular and no one could deny the reverence of the moment.

Now. Calling the moonfire was like opening my chest to the sky. I raised my hands, and the heavens responded. Silver flames burst from my skin, circling me in a radiant storm. My feet lifted from the earth. My hair turned white. My voice, when I spoke, was not just mine. “I am Wolfsong, daughter of the Blood Moon. I am the heir of Inadu, the breaker of the veil. And I banish you!” The witches screamed as the light struck them. One by one, they burst into ash, their bodies unable to withstand pure moonfire. But Ama—

A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light. A low growl announced Nyx's arrival, my wolf aspect padded into view. Holy Moon Goddess, she was gorgeous. “Welcome back, little one,” she rumbled, her voice carrying directly into my mind like warm honey. A shimmer of silvery light heralded Astra's appearance. My witch aspect manifested as an ethereal figure that seemed to be made of moonlight and stardust. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales featured badass magical beings.

Her path led upward, toward the towering mountain that marked the border between the rival kingdoms of Auryn and Verena. Finally, she reached the summit, her slender, golden form framed against the vast night sky. Rising onto her hind legs, the she-wolf tilted her head back and fixed her rare lavender eyes on the moon—a giant orb of silver light radiating an ethereal glow. Like a queen presiding over her celestial court, the moon stood sentinel among a sea of glittering stars, its presence both commanding and serene.