The Thirteenth Moon Novels & Stories

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

They didn’t need to. Instead, he took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. And together, they watched as the clouds parted—and the moon rose. Only it wasn’t silver. It wasn’t gold. It was blood-red. The Third Moon. The moment its light touched the camp, the ground trembled. Warriors scrambled from their tents, weapons drawn, looking for a threat. Wolves howled in confusion, some falling to their knees, ears pressed flat, as if the sound hurt. Aria dropped to one knee as power slammed into her chest like a hammer. Her ring blazed, her eyes burned, and visions rushed through her mind like a river.

“You were granted the Thalassa Aetheria. The Thalassa Aetheria marks you as a soul that is not done yet. So you can not cross into the Underworld but you can not roam the Soul Plains either. You have a mission to complete before you can pass over.” “Please Moon Goddess, what mission do I need to complete before my soul can cross over?” “You need to change werewolf society into a fairer one, so I will send you back. Back to your mate, back to your life. I will let you keep the memories of your life you lived and of this intermezzo of being dead. But you can not talk about it. Choose wisely and don’t die again.” Before I can ask questions or thank her she snaps her fingers, immediately I feel

Aria. I knew all their names. Knew their deaths by heart. The earth beneath my feet began to hum—a low vibration that made teeth ache and bones resonate. It was the sound of reality stretching, of two worlds preparing to touch. Kharo's hand found mine. "The moons," he whispered. The three celestial bodies drew closer in the sky, following paths set down at the universe's creation. For a moment, they touched—three moons aligned perfectly, a cosmic event that should have been impossible but was happening anyway.

Another breath trembled out of me. "No… no, no, this doesn’t make sense," I whispered to myself, pressing a palm to my chest in a weak effort to steady my heartbeat. Blood Moons weren’t normal. They didn’t just show up in dreams for decoration. They carried weight. They were omens, warnings. They were messages from the Goddess. And they NEVER rose quickly. They were rare, sacred, and terrifying. Why would the Goddess show me that? My breathing quickened again—faster, shorter, harsher—like the air itself had turned too thick to pull in.

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Fiona’s POV I stared at the eldest priestess. “What do you mean, the moon found me?” She took her time answering. Her gaze passed over me once more before shifting to Alpha Kandor, and the slight change in her face told me she had sensed the claim binding us. “And it seems she did not find you alone.” Alpha Kandor stepped closer to me. “The full moon rose thirteen days before it was due and sent Fiona into a heat no other male could satisfy. My wolf answered hers, and the moment I claimed her, the moon returned to the phase it should have been in.”

"Goddess marrow?" "It is the source of the origin flame," Martha explained. She turned back to me, gently running her thumb over my bruised skin. "When the First Empress walked the earth three thousand years ago, the Moon Goddess did not simply give her an ordinary wolf. She placed celestial light directly into her bones. That light created a special marrow capable of producing endless spiritual energy. It is pure, untouched life force that can heal the land and protect entire nations." Martha pointed toward the floating drops of silver blood inside the vials.

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.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.