Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted Novels & Stories

I'm going to tell them to you quickly because I don't know how much time I have left to write this and I need you to have everything before I run out of pages. You are the last Moon-touched. The last full blood. There were others, diluted lines, half bloods, quarter bloods scattered across territories, but pure Moon-touched blood ends with you. Which means everything our people were, everything we could do, everything we carried, it lives in you now. Only in you. That's not a burden. I need you to hear that. It is not a burden. It is an inheritance. There is a difference. Selene read that paragraph again.

“For strength, my lord. Elder Rowan brewed it himself. Willow bark, nettle, and a touch of moonroot to steady the shift if it comes too soon.” Damien accepted the mug with a nod. “Thank you, Elias. Tell Rowan his hands are still the surest in the keep.” The boy flushed with pride and scurried away. Ashley leaned closer. “Moonroot? Is the shift likely tonight?” “Possible.” Damien took a cautious sip, grimacing at the bitter edge. “The rites call for the new Alpha and Luna to stand beneath the moon together. If the Goddess wills it, the pack will feel the change ripple through all of us. Some will shift easily. Others will fight it. The moonroot smooths the edges.”

Lucian reached his hand out as he stepped closer. I swallowed thickly, took his hand, and gently squeezed it. “Thank you.” Lucian stepped back and nodded at Grayson. Grayson turned back to the microphone. “Midnight Moon pack, I give you our newest shifter, our hellhound, Shade.” I looked at Azalea, and she flashed me a beautiful smile. I winked, and her smile widened. I took a deep breath, looked forward, and as I stepped forward, shade came to the surface and shifted.

Despite all the vesture worn by me, I still managed to run with it even as heavy as it was. At some point, my dress got stuck by some thorny shrubs, hindering me from proceeding. I dragged my dress away from the thorns, some parts torn and some parts still gripped by the thorns. My only option was to tear the dress off myself and for once I was grateful to the Moon Goddess again that night that I was a shifter.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

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.

“Everything that defined her internal balance is gone. This is the result.” Her breathing stuttered again, her fingers curling weakly against the linen, her head shifting slightly as if caught between awareness and collapse. “This isn’t going to stop,” she said. Cedric’s voice came low. “Then what do we do?” There was a brief pause. Then… “The Moonwell.” Cedric’s gaze snapped toward her. “…How do you know about that?” “I know enough,” she said. “And I know this isn’t something that can be stabilized here. That well is tied to unfiltered lunar energy. It’s one of the only places that might force her system to realign enough to survive this.”

Maya Woods was born an Omega. Weak, unwanted, and treated as nothing more than a slave in her pack. But fate bound her to Alpha Damien, the powerful young Alpha who refused to claim her, yet refused to let her go.Used in secret and ignored in public, Maya’s life was a cycle of pain and false promises until the night everything changed. Broken, bleeding, and on the edge of death, she was saved by the most feared Lycan King of all, Rasmus.With Rasmus, Maya discovered a new truth about herself, a hidden power no Omega was meant to carry, and a bond stronger than anything she had ever known. But love in the Lycan world is never simple. Desire burns, enemies circle, and betrayal waits closer than

Lance knew he had to stop them at any cost, or else the world would plunge into darkness once again. Since Averie didn't see a single shadow of a demon werewolf in the garden, she felt relieved and decided to proceed with her plan to freshen up her body by taking a shower. However, she soon realized that she couldn't shower due to her fractured arm, so she settled for wiping her face and body with a wet towel after undressing. Just as she was finishing wiping herself, she heard someone inside her room. She thought it was Ernest, believing he had brought food for her since she had asked him to prepare some and bring it to her room.

The forest erupted into chaos as the three powerful shifters clashed, their snarls and roars echoing through the night. Emma's mind raced as she fought with all her strength, drawing upon her training as a human detective and her newfound abilities as a shifter. She could feel the raw power surging through her veins, the adrenaline pumping through her body. She refused to back down, determined to protect her loved ones and stop the creature.But Selene was a formidable opponent, fueled by her anger and desire for power. She was relentless in her attacks, pushing Emma and Lukas to their limits. The battle raged on, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as the shifting forms moved in a blur of fu