Tangled In Moonlight: Unshifted Novels & Stories

The glen is secluded, tucked away and so picturesque. It’s nearly pitch dark, and the brilliant full moon is already high overhead. These nights are like the ultimate scratch being itched for any shifter. Under the full moon we’re all just the Goddess’ pups. All just little ones wanting to bask in her blessings.To be carefree and reminded of how good life is.

**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.

he whispered, his fingers continuing to caress her thigh with tenderness. The quiet lingered on as they sat together, taking in the view. The moon was bright and there were only a few clouds to obscure the plentiful stars in the sky. Camden hoped that meant a clear night for the Unbonding Ritual. She shivered as an icy chill ran down her spine and snuggled into the crook of Clayton's neck in an attempt to escape it. She felt safe. Her lips brushed against his skin and she felt him tense up momentarily as his breath hitched.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

Then the full moon appears in the sky, and its light falls on her—on me, the girl huddled on the floor. The second it touches her skin, something snaps. It’s like a lock breaks deep inside, releasing whatever’s been caged all this time. The shift starts suddenly, brutal and unforgiving. There’s a sharp, agonizing crack that echoes in the silence, and she screams—a raw, desperate sound that bounces off the walls. Her hands clutch at her sides as her body twists, bending in ways it shouldn’t. Bones snap and reform, one after the other, like someone’s pulling her apart and putting her back together wrong. Her skin stretches, tears, heals again, and it keeps going, relentless.

God, I’d ruined it. I scrubbed a hand over my face and stood slowly, muscles aching from the shift, from the tension coiled deep in my chest. By the time I climbed back up the path toward the estate, the sounds of the pack had begun to return. Not here, not in the sacred hush of the grotto, but farther off—toward the center of Moonstone territory. The Moonlit Shift had ended. The others would be gathering for the Bondfire by now. It felt like walking between worlds as I left the shadows of the woods behind. One moment I was wrapped in memory and moonlight and the scent of her skin, and the next I was stepping into firelight and laughter and life.

They moved to the porch as the moon began to climb over the Highlands. It was a Blood-Moon—deep, bruised red. In the old world, it would have been a signal for the Silicon Empires to attack or for the Bone-Code to trigger a purge. But here, in the fold of the weave, it was just a moon. A beautiful, silent rock in the sky. Aradaa leaned his head on Kaelor’s shoulder. He felt the steady rise and fall of the shifter’s chest. For the first time in a thousand years, his mind was silent. No data-streams. No warnings. No static pings.

She opened one eye to meet his smirk. "Leave, little doctor, before my wolf decides you're tonight's prey. The full moon calls for a hunt, and you're tempting fate. Don't test me; get out," he growled. Within moments, she sprinted into her room, feeling the tension in the air. *** The night bathed in milky white moonlight, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. It was the night of the shape-shifters, where they roamed freely within their territory. Inside the mansion, Dimitry and Hazel lay resting, embraced by the eerie calm of the night.

Aria growls low, her strength slowly returning, and I smile into the pitch dark. ​Let the thorns bite. The blood moon rises, but so do we. ​Unmarked, unbound, and unbreakable. ​