Romans & histoires The Legend Of The Moon

Elara looked at the Blood Moon. “I’m tired of being protected by lies.” The wind moved through the valley. The mark on her hand burned brighter. And for a moment, every wolf felt it. Not dominance. Not fear. Authority. The kind that came from something older than packs. Older than war. Older than memory. The Forgotten Moon had returned. But it had not returned as a legend. It had returned as a girl who wanted answers. And that made her more dangerous than anyone realized. Because legends could be controlled.

Shadow growled. “Oh, please don’t yell, you’ll wake my grandpups and they’ve been through a lot. I am Storm’s mother, Selene. And yes, I am THE Moon Goddess.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, so if you are the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?”

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.

Tell Hina to flash Gunner, he has to find her now! I struggled on my paws but was able to walk over to Cleo and nudge her with my muzzle. She whined and pushed her head into mine. The weight of the power was strong, I can only imagine what Cleo and the others must be feeling. I was taught as a child, by the Elder Maxine, that a Triple Goddess cannot use her power over her family. It was deemed so by The Moon Goddess, after the children of Lycaon began to turn on each other. Most of those tales have been lost to time, but it is told that a war broke out between them. Selena on one side and the eldest son, Gill, on the other.

Barren of trees and fruit, streams and lakes, the moon watched overall. The picture shifted, revealing a woman’s face within the moon’s surface. Eyelids a pale shade of purple, lips with a full cupids bow. “Legend says that the Moon Goddess created four families on the first full-moon to ever grace our young, new world. These four families would be the first of our kind.” His gravelly voice was just behind me, growing smooth as it slipped into the background, meshing with the changing images that told a story. Where there had been nothing, eight figures appeared from pure moonlight, stepping onto the dew coated grass for the first time. They were not infants but adults, four men and four wom

He briefly exchanged greetings with me before hurrying back. "I've been busy all day, patrolling with a few soldiers during the day, and then helping set up the hall for tomorrow's ceremony. Well, see you tomorrow!" He bid us farewell and drove away in a Ford F-150. At night, I lay alone in bed, feeling hot all over, my mouth parched, and my mind restless. When the Moon Goddess created werewolves, she bestowed upon us the speed and strength of wolves and the intelligence of humans, but she also bound us to the instincts of animals. Every full moon, when a werewolf turns 18, they go through a week-long heat cycle, and only a mate can soothe the restlessness of the heat. Rose kept urging me to

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

One with the blessing of the moon and the other with the blessing of the sun. Legend says that when the son of the Sun and the daughter of the Moon met at the end of the world, the world will once again be reborn.

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

the alpha replied with a fake frown. “I want to hear the story of the moon goddess, pretty please with a cherry on top.” “The moon goddess” he started his voice soft but full of weight. Lily listened with rapt attention. “is the goddess of justice, of those whose lives are cut short by betrayal or foul play on a full moon. She gives rebirth only on the night of the new moon when her light is hidden from the world.” Lily had always found his words comforting. It was the one story that always felt true. Her father had told her the Moon Goddess was a protector, but she was also just. She would bring back only the purest souls, those who had been wronged and taken too soon.