Twin Moon Curse Novels & Stories

It hovered at the center. The Heart of the First Wolf. My father moved closer. A smile mixed with happiness and fear crossed his face. He grabbed it. As we tried to run, the cave began to shake. From the shaking came something unexpected. A woman’s voice that drove chills down our bones, shouting: “Thieves!” The Moon Goddess herself. Her cave had been desecrated. In seconds, wolves surrounded us from every angle, as if she had summoned them. We were caught. Her punishment was a curse. Since we tried to steal what belonged to her, every full moon, the artifact would steal all our essence from us.

Worst if the blood they are carrying is the blood of a clan of shamans and hunters, by which curse under the twins is rooted from a thousand years ago. “I curse upon the land and your blood, the shamans and hunter that will bare a twin will suffer a curse of the heaven and hell. A maiden with pure blood shall be blessed as the boy of her twin will be her demise as the hell’s curse. This I gave you upon, thee.”

His washed-out eyes speared mine. "Throne?" Did that mean I was the next high King of the kingdom? "There are rumors of Eclisir from these astronomers. There are premonitions." Eclisir was the cursed moon. The last happened about two hundred years ago when a full moon split and those unfortunate wolves trapped in its vibrant energy lost their humanoid abilities and eventually died. Now, there were rumors of Eclisir. The signs were there. "After the blood moon is the Eclisir."

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

“But he died on the night you and Stephen were born. It was under the red moon.” I remember staring at her, confused. How could the moon, something so beautiful and revered, be connected to such a terrible event? Helena, with her kind eyes and worn hands, explained that it was part of our family curse. Just as every generation of the Moonbane family head must be a pair of purest-blooded twins, the male of the twins was always destined to die when the next set of twins was born. I didn’t fully grasp what that meant at the time. I think, deep down, I didn’t want to. It was easier to pretend it was just another story, one of the many legends Helena would tell us before bed.

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

I cried, cleaning my tears. “Wait, calm down,” he said, turning me to him. “You mean the moon goddess is a twin and her twin is cursed? She didn’t get the curse, and you also didn’t get the curse, but our unborn pup has the curse and she is going to cause chaos?” he asked, clarifying my statement that I am just understanding is confusing.

There in the heart of the wood he, and presumably his older brother Aelinth, would watch the Dain consume the human, and they would be allowed to rule House Eventide another moon’s cycle. Before heading out into the dark, Tamsin checked the polished silver mirror. Checked his eyes. Even though he knew it was the new moon, and he was safe from his own curse, he was relieved to see his eyes were still the sea green of his mother’s. The moon was not in his eye this night, it’s silver crescent a mote in his iris, signaling the onset of the curse.

She suddenly stop to what she supposed to say about. “Exalted One,” she said, “we all know the myth that was set-aside by the old, and that was the Bloody Moon might be the beginning of the Curse. One thing, no one could stop the Bloody Moon when it neared, so you have only have one way to stop its deadliest pressure to put through the one connected to you by destiny, which is the Luna.”

And now, everything was falling apart. Crops were withering, the once fertile lands barren. Wolves were getting sick with a mysterious illness that our healers couldn’t cure. Rogue attacks had grown more frequent, more organized. The Crescent Moon was on the brink of collapse, and whispers of a “Blood Moon Curse” were going around in the pack. I clenched my jaw. Superstitions were nonsense. But the nagging thought that I had somehow brought this downfall upon us gnawed at the edges of my mind.