The Moon Lover Novels & Stories

The parchment was yellowed, covered with symbols I didn’t understand, but the image in its center took my breath away: a woman with a glowing moon-shaped mark on her chest, standing under a full moon, wolves bowing at her feet. "You're the Lunar Chosen," panted Marianne, her words reverent and cautious. “A receptacle of the ancient spirit of the Moon Goddess. That mark, it’s her sigil, woken the moment you channeled her power to heal your mate.”

The flames consumed Elara's body, carrying her spirit to the moon, to Damon, to the ancestors who had welcomed her home. The fire crackled and popped, sending sparks spiraling into the night sky like the souls of the fallen ascending to their rest. The heat was intense, forcing the gathered wolves to step back, but no one wanted to look away. This was their Alpha. Their healer. Their heart. Their Luna. She deserved to be seen until the very end, until nothing remained but ash and memory and the fierce, enduring love she had planted in every heart she had touched.

I asked and White was frowning. "Yes, I love Zion so much that I do not know why the moon goddess has not made us mates yet. A lot of people believe his mate is some supernatural being, but I think it is me; there is no way his mate has not shown up yet if it were someone else," she explained, and I can not tell you how fast my heart was beating. "Do not worry, he will be a great good guy and I am sure he will forgive you, believe me." "He is complicated, Aria, but I just hope he forgets everything and gives us a chance. You know I would love to have you around when I am Luna," she replied.

No matter how much we love one another, we still are far away from that perfect marriage a one should have. Agastya and I have not spoken a word since yesterday. We have slept in different rooms and ate our dinner alone. It feels like as if my mere sight and my voice make him disgusted. His aloofness, his distance toward me is prickling every inch of my body. I stared out of the window and graze at the moon 'Why do all the lovers say that they their lover is just like a moon? Moon has so many scars.' He had asked me this question one time.

What was so important that it kept him from his lover, tied to the cycle of the moon? The two strange ideas crashed together in her mind: Packs. Full moon. A cold, thrilling shiver ran down Ilyana's spine. This was not just an affair. This was something else entirely. Something darker. The word "packs" didn't fit the world she knew, and "full moon" felt ancient and sinister. Elira's unnatural resilience, this secret lover using a brute's vocabulary tied to a celestial event… it all pointed to a secret far more dangerous than mere infidelity.

Unrequited love is a sting most felt by the young. Moon Goddess Luna was working in her hut. She threw bones and questioned the moon, “The mating season is coming and we need to make sure the couples who can, do have pups before this coming war. Show me, your faithful follower who needs to love who for the strongest pups and longest relationships.” She looked at her bones and took a bundle of lavender and lemongrass to light. “Interesting, this looks right. I’ll trust you Moon Goddess. You chose me to tell them and set it into motion.” She began working the roots to prepare the love potion for the pack dinner tonight. The mates would find each other according to whom the Moon Goddess decided

"Should I be more like Diego. Give you a thousand nicknames? I would tell you how you are my moon, my stars, and everything else in the night sky. That you’re the love of my life?" Moon was silent for a bit, then said, "no, our love story is like no one else’s. We found each other, then we lost each other. We went through hell, and now we are here. You calling me "my Moon" is special enough. It means you see me for who I am now. Moon, not Mona. And you see me as yours. I am yours. Your Moon."

The same old stories, I am always a prey you need to devour to satisfy your hunger; not your daughter. “The sun and moon were lovers in the past life but when god learned about them he was furious. How can they love each other when they are supposed to love god? In anger, God cursed them to be right beside each other but they can never see or touch each other. The sun and moon begged for forgiveness but God didn't listen. For ages the sun came out at day and the moon at night. When they missed each other they asked the clouds to tell the other through rain. After eons of this, the god fury finally came down and he saw the lovers still loving each other. In guilt, he made a day when they coul

Richmoon immediately shook his head at Lee, but it was too late because Lee had already answered "yes." "Oh, tell him to hide." Richmoon swallowed hard and then fixed his gaze on Lee. When Mr. Shein hung up the call, he looked at the moon. 'I won't let him destroy the moon that I desire. I looked at her from afar for a long time. I can kill anyone who tries to get her away from me.' The door swung open. Because of the light from the outside, Lorelay could clearly see her husband's back, and he was staring at the moon. Lorelay noticed the crescent moon tattoo near his shoulder on his back. Two moons facing each other.

Sylvia holds her breath, her eyes not wavering from Maya’s face. “I find myself walking beneath a high moon. My body alive and sensuous, desire sizzling through my veins my aching fingers long to touch another sensuous body. I stop a moment and look into the sky the moon golden.” “His eyes with no face gleaming in the moonlight. I have no picture of his likeness but I know he was my lover. Our bodies entwined, for in his eyes so close to mine, I could steal the stairs from the heaven above.” Stillness settles within her. The minutes tick by. The only sound in the room their breathing.