Tangled In The Moonlight Unshifted Novels & Stories

Luna tuned their bickering in and out like background music. Her focus kept drifting. Not to the scrolls. Up. The sun hung higher than its usual path. That was the only way she could describe it. The angle of light pouring into the alcove was wrong by a hair’s breadth. She thought she was imagining it until Earth hummed underfoot, a faint unsettled vibration, like a wolf shifting in sleep. *Do you feel that?* she asked silently. *Yes,* the Moon answered, Her voice unusually quiet. *Do not fret yet. The sky has its own tides.*

Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest. I stood there, invisible. They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united. And I? I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow. Not a single glance. Not a word. So I left. I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years. "Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy." Lies. Empty promises. Now, I’d go alone. But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.

[“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I’ve just been… busy.” [“Busy with what?”] Gladz asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Mica’s lips curled into a sly smirk. [“That’s for me to know, and for you girls to find out.”] Cassie groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. [“Ugh! Stop being cryptic and just spill it already, girl!”] Mica only laughed, clearly enjoying our collective frustration way too much. [“Then get your butts over to my apartment. Sleepover, my treat!”]

"What something?" "I don't know yet." "You had an expression…" "I was surprised." "You were more than surprised." He held her gaze steadily. "The column of light," he said. "The direction it went." He paused. "In the old stories, the ones the elders tell about the Moon-touched, there's a specific manifestation. Something that only the most powerful Moon-touched could do." He stopped. "What manifestation?" He looked at her hands. Then at the sky where the light had gone.

Let the idea root. Then something shifted. Cold. Ancient. It brushed across my senses. Not the warm thread tying me to Kael. Something older. Higher. I lifted my eyes. Daylight stretched wide and clear. And yet... The Moon hung there. Visible. Pale. Wrong. A murmur spread. “That… should not be possible.” The light dimmed, not like a cloud passing… …but like something enormous blinked. Once. Twice. The Moon flickered. Every wolf felt it.

I gasp, and bolt upright . “Ella?” Vera’s hand on my shoulder . “It’s starting,” I pant. “The moon.” She swears under her breath, gentle but urgent. “Stay here. I’ll get Lucira.” “No time,” I groan, doubling over. My claws rip out on their own, longer than ever, black and shining. “It hurts.” The door bursts open. Barion and Galeon fill the frame, eyes glowing amber. “She’s shifting,” Galeon says. “Full uncontrolled,” Barion growls. “Get the alloy chains.”

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

I think I would have preferred that over the agonising pain I just went through. 'You're connected to the Moon Goddess in a way no one else is; that shift was painful but from now on it will be instant, shifting will become easier than changing your shoes.’ Talia explains as she stretches out her body and lifts her face up to the sky, I can feel her nose twitching back and forth as if she’s searching for something. It's then that I remember what she said about our mate needing us but none of the scents floating around belong to a shifter, rogue or Pack. ‘You promise?’ I ask Talia but she doesn’t answer; she seems more focused on something I can’t see, she’s too busy turning this way and that

The moon was not full tonight, but the waxing gibbous moon pulled strongly on both Bjorn and Chelsea. Bjorn felt antsy, unable to sit still and pacing the cottage’s main sitting room. His muscles twitched, blood bouncing through his veins, in need of an energy release. He felt like going for a run, a fast run. Chelsea was a whole different matter. Her normally long, flowing dark curls were wild as if she hadn’t brushed her hair in a week. But she was panting like a dog, as if she was unable to catch her breath.

The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, silver light pouring through the skylight of my attic ritual room. I had prepared everything carefully. Salt circle. Candles burning with sacred herbs. The ancient grimoire open on the wooden altar. Tonight I would bind a powerful shifter as my familiar. The price? My body, given willingly under the moon’s power.