Under A Gilded Moon Novels & Stories

LUNA NADIA’S LUNA CEREMONY - SILVER MOON PACK CELESTE. "Are you okay?" Darvin reached for my hand and squeezed it gently as he stared at me. He just turned off the engine of his car, and we remained seated inside. We were outside the ballroom where Nadia would be inducted as the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. And it meant I would be meeting all the Alphas and Lunas invited to the event.

The gold-and-sapphire sun, the very heartbeat of the new North, was being eaten. It wasn't a shadow that consumed it, but a blinding, antiseptic whiteness that felt like a cataract over the eye of the world. Silas Blackwood stood on the ramparts, his fingers digging into the living stone of the keep. Beside him, Lyra’s breath hitched, the violet starlight of her aura flickering as the "Silver-Crest" moon ascended to its zenith.

The moon hangs in the sky, full and round, but instead of it's liquid silver rays, It’s gold. The moon is a blazing gold and the entire sky is drenched in golden rays, like someone spilled molten light across the night. I watch in awe as the light presses down on everything, heavy and unnatural. “What the hell...” I say, my voice coming out hoarse. Around me, I hear movement. Members of the Moonveil pack are emerging from their homes, drawn by the same thing i'm seeing. I hear their voices carry on the wind as they ask in confusion,

“And impossible to control. Once the new world is built, they’ll either kneel or be erased. Werewolves are perfect. Close enough to the moon to be reshaped, and strong enough to rule.” I swallowed bile. This was genocide dressed up as utopia. He pushed open heavy iron doors, and moonlight poured in. A perfect circle of standing stones waited under the open sky. The full moon was so low and swollen, it looked ready to burst. One flat altar stone sat in the center, big enough for two bodies. I knew this place. Not with my mind, but with my bones. Xander’s voice softened. “The Astral Moon. Gemini Moon to humans. Once every few lifetimes, it hangs this low. It is perfect for binding.”

she glanced at Hector who is now drinking a glass of water. "Let me finish the mission first Jasmine. This is an important thing to my father," he said in a calming voice. "When will you go to bring Luna to your father? She asked. Hector turned to me and said, "Tomorrow night. It will be the April's Full moon tomorrow night,"

Soon, my eyes drifted away to dreamland. I dreamed of dancing with her under the seeing moon. We twirled and swirled after our one, two, three. Her hair swayed with the wind, brushing my face lightly. I basked in the sweet caramel emanating from her skin. Then a bulking figure arose from where the light of the moon didn’t touch. Its serene blue eyes pierced through the dark, quivering. My body followed the flow of hers like two figurines wound up by a key, obscuring the sight of danger.

he murmured, before claiming her lips again—gentler this time, full of promise rather than battle. --- One Week Later Music floated through the halls of the mansion. The air was light again—alive with laughter, dancing, and the clinking of glasses. Gillow stood at the center of it all, raising a toast to his people. “To the end of the craving,” he announced, his voice firm but warm. “To unity. To peace. To every soul that fought bravely. And to the Moonchild—my Luna—whose courage reminded us all what strength truly is.” A roar of cheers followed. Arda, radiant in a flowing silver gown, stood by his side. Gillow wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close.

"The mate bond will strengthen the protection." Jackson placed his hand over mine as we uncorked the vial together. The moonswater caught the sunlight as it poured onto the central stone, seeming to expand and spread far beyond its original volume. It seeped into the granite, illuminating the runes from within until the entire foundation glowed with silver light. A collective gasp rose from the onlookers as the light pulsed once, twice, then settled into a subtle shimmer that seemed to emanate from the very earth beneath our feet.

I replied coldly, walking past her to pour myself some wine. “Well, that Alpha had always been my lover since I knew my right from wrong. I love you, Asher, and I know you do. In fact, you are obsessed with me, and if you think you can keep up with your demands for long, be my guest,” her change in tone was quite interesting and a fun sight to me. She had no power over this, and the moon goddess bore me witness; I’d feed her flesh to the beast. “Selene would be coming home soon, and for the sake of those years I was blinded by your facades, I’d like to keep your honor intact. Leave now it feels less embarrassing to do so, Gia.”

Finally, as the beautiful full moon cast its silvery glow over the city with Gia lying wide awake beside my sister, who was fast asleep, her room was steeped in shadows. An air of anticipation lingered, fueled by the distant sounds of music drifting through her window. It was the night of the much-anticipated music gala, an event she'd longed to attend, intertwined with the allure of the Wild Waters, an enigmatic place rumored to hold mystical allure after dark.