Soul Of Moonlight Novels & Stories

I relaxed and my wolf settled in contentment as we shared the quiet aftermath. I was lying across his chest, idly running my fingers over his muscles as I drifted on the fine edge of bliss and sleep. In the moonlight, I noticed something I'd never seen before. Three long scars, old and faded, started at the top of his left shoulder and slid down his arm until they faded into nothing. I ran my fingers over them lightly and felt him go still underneath me. They had to have been made by a wolf or a vampire, nothing else would leave a scar. "What happened?" I whispered.

Her words ripple through me like a key turning inside a lock I didn’t know existed. The pain surges, and suddenly I’m not in the room anymore. The world splits open. I see the Moon above me, whole and cracked at once, bleeding light into the sea of stars. Beneath it, Bloodstone burns,walls crumbling, rivers of silver fire cutting through the black. Wolves made of light howl across the sky, their shapes blurring between human and beast. Two smaller lights circle them, twin sparks that pulse together, one heartbeat, one soul. Then I hear it

“Blood of the holy, and into the grail, a soul will be split into two, as the first will be the sun and the latter is the moon. With the stars in between, you shall be, her familiars.” With HIS voice that’s taunting, yet only marking the sinister tone of the fact and truth of these very books and worlds. She closes her eyes as HE waves the scythe up and swiftly down in the middle. With the seconds that also split, her soul is torn into two, turning into a flame of a distinct heat of gold and blue, representing the heavens flame and of the hell’s fire. Whispering, “Daughter of the sun, holder of its light. You will be the spirit of the day, but will take the nature of the dark.”

Others were forced to perform worse in the open, their masters laughing as though it were a joke. I thought Moonhowl was hell. I was wrong. Moonhowl had been merciful in comparison. Lupira was worse than hell. And I knelt there, always at Kaelen’s side, while he sipped his wine and listened to the petty squabbles of his nobles.

Hopeless. I close my eyes and focus on my essence of light. I push at it hard, separating as much of it as I can from my soul. I use my mental strength to push and gather it into my palm. As I open my eyes, I smile. My palm is as bright as my moon form. I drag a massive bowl towards me before picking up a knife. Beasts of fur and two legs, you will be. Beasts of the night and howlers to the Moon, you will be

Undoubtedly her. The forest was being dark with each step Moon took ahead. Moonlight was barely reaching the treetops. The floor was dark. But nothing mattered. My mate, my Viviana was here. Miracle was here. Moon’s eyes glowed more. The yellow in them was shining. He was a Moon-wolf. His eyes were the sun.

She said as if she had not just lifted me up through the air and brought me down in a second. I gulped and tried to recall what I was going to say. “D…dark magic is unholy, it is impure and vile. So we need something holy to kill her and destroy this book.” “What is it?” One of the onlookers asked and I replied. “Us. All of us are created by the Moon Goddess. All of us awaken our wolves under the moonlight. Essentially, we all have traces of moonlight in our blood, in our very soul. So if we all try together, we could destroy the book.”

“Show yourself.” Moonlight twisted, forming a hazy image of a woman with silver eyes and a calm, cruel smile. “You spared me once,” her mother said gently. “I hoped you would do so again.” Selene’s voice did not shake. “You murdered innocent souls.” “I freed them from weakness,” the woman replied. “Just as I freed you.” Killian stepped forward, and a low growl escaped his lips. “Leave.” The image flickered, but the smile remained. “Prepare yourself, Luna. The eclipse draws near, and the world will remember who the moon truly belongs to.”

The transformation completed. We stood—stood?—no, that was not quite right. The avatar existed in a way that transcended simple physicality. It was enormous, a being of pure moonlight taking the shape of a wolf but made of silver fire and starlight. Its eyes blazed with the combined power of six Lunar Wolves. Its voice, when it spoke, resonated across dimensions: “WE ARE THE MOON’S ANSWER. WE ARE THE LIGHT THAT BREAKS THE DARKNESS. WE ARE INEVITABLE.”

“We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…” The Oracle regarded them with a knowing look, as if she could see straight into their minds. “Ah, I see.”, she said softly. “Yes, I have sensed the stirrings of destiny surrounding your daughter. There is indeed a connection between her and the Moonlit pack, a bond that transcends time and space.” Elio and Leonora exchanged stunned glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “But… what does it mean?”, Elio asked, his voice trembling with emotion.