Summer Moon Novels & Stories

Amy also mentioned seeing Katie talk to someone suspiciously over the phone about Something that is to happen at crescent moon but I waved it off as there could be a few things she has to do personally. We were done swimming and it was time to leave the Blue lake pack. I almost didn’t get to asked the ladies where we should go next when katie suggested crescent moon. “Crescent moon?” Amy, sera and I asked unison “Yes ….. we should go there next ,since technically it’s a new pack. Won’t you like to the see the development and progress of the alpha.

The Broiia wolf had an infectious smile and a withering gaze that could destroy even the most stalwart person. Taking Emory’s hand, she pulled her along with a smile on her face, saying, “Eh, you look great.” They walked out of the gate hand-in-hand, and Kira squeezed her hand tight as she pulled her along, unable to contain her excitement. The moon shone brightly in Emory’s eyes as she looked up at it. It was one of the most beautiful blues she’d ever seen, and by the time midnight rolled around, the full moon would be visible.

I fall asleep with the moon spilling silver everywhere, the bond thrumming under my skin, slow and steady like a second heartbeat. Tomorrow, everything starts up again. Lydia’s not finished. The pack’s trust is splintered. My wolf is awake now—hungry, prowling, restless. But tonight? Tonight there’s quiet. There’s warmth. There’s hope, small and bright, flickering inside me like a brand-new flame. Under the silver moon, I’m not alone. Not anymore.

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.

"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"

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

they both smiled as blood rushes and all they can do is scream as this magic unfolds in front of their eyes. Lalaine opens her eyes, as tears rolled down one after the other. The feeling of uneasiness rushes towards her. It was just a dream. A memory that flashes back, wishing they could have turned back the hands of time. Never letting her go away that day, never letting her meet the King Sun. If only, she could go back again. As the sentinel of the moon, she will kill the King Sun to make her best friend live the life she deserves. As the Sentinel of the Moon, she will protect her by all ends meet.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

He continued to play the violin, vibing the music. They took the path with lamps lined up on the sand and lit their way. Mort helps the maiden with her steps until they reach the top of the lighthouse. Sumire was amazed at the island's night scenery. Gaze cruised the vast horizon under the galaxy and only the light of the moon illuminates the place. She felt serene. "Wow! It's beautiful out here..." Sumire said with a big smile on her face as her gaze traveled to the horizon where the moon meets the ocean. "Isn't the moon lovely tonight?" She smiled, admiring the ethereal glow of the celestial orb on her sight.