Under The Full Moon Novels & Stories

She just wanted to make sure that everyone there was someone she trusted, and that there was no one unfamiliar to her. That was her only chance to make a good plan and help Selena. So she couldn't make any mistakes. After ensuring everything was fine, she looked at Clifford again, since he was in front of her. "All of you know that tale about the Full Moon, right?" A lot of them nodded in agreement, but a few others remained still, like they had no idea of what she was talking about. "Ah, of course." Grandma pat her forehead. "I forgot there was some humans among us tonight." she smiled at the group that didn't know about the story.

Kai added, "but that's not it." He flipped a page in his notebook to show some scribbles that were impossible to read, with some circles on the top of the page. "They were all born on the night of full moon." That caught my attention. "That's not it, they were all murdered on the night of the full moon as well," Kai circled the circle once again in his notebook, which I assumed was the moon. "But yesterday was the full moon," I stated, thinking about hearing any recent news, "there was no murder yesterday."

She nodded, like she'd known it wouldn't. "It knows you," she said. "It's been waiting for you. Not this you. The one underneath. The one that keeps coming back." She lifted her hand off. "This is where it's done. The closing. Right here, the three of you, under the moon when it's full all the way." "It's been full for weeks," Aldric said. "It's been close. Not all the way. There's a night coming... soon, one day, maybe two... when it sits right over the center with no growing left in it. That's the night. The only one. Miss it and it's another month."

{Aurelius's Pov} The Full Moon was flat yet heavy in the sky, as it cast its silver glow over Moonskin territory. Torches lined the clearing, almost extinguished by the vibe of celebration. The Full Moon Dance had already commenced, and I was in the center of it all, where I belonged.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

The moon hung heavy and crimson in the night sky, casting a blood-red glow over the sprawling grounds of the Blood Moon Packhouse. Wolves moved like shadows across the snow, laughter and music spilling from the great hall where the celebration roared. The rare Blood Full Moon was a night of power—a night when bonds were strengthened, instincts sharpened, and dominance reaffirmed.

“Same here. You have no clue how much stress this is putting on me.” “Damn, I almost forgot," Leo said, reaching for a newspaper that had been sitting at the far end of the table. “I saw this earlier. I think it might explain why they picked the next full moon as the cutoff.” He passed me the paper, already opened to the life and sciences section. The headline was about the upcoming full moon being a supermoon. I skimmed the article. It described how a supermoon happens when the full moon comes as close to Earth as it possibly can. I looked up after finishing and frowned at Leo. “Do you think that’s part of their plan?”

NIKOLAI Early on Tuesday morning, I jumped into the hot shower before it was time to leave. They say a full moon can make one do crazy things. And in our culture, we were especially affected by the first full moon of the year—the wolf moon. It was days away. And there was no reason to believe that a sunrise couldn’t affect us much the same. Especially after having lived in persistent darkness for so long. I’d practically forgotten that there was a time in my life that I’d walked under the sun’s rays.

I did as I was told, holding my gown with my hands since I feared to meet the same disgust in his eyes when I looked at him the last time. “I’m certain that before this day, even the walls have whispered the message that Selene Nightfall would stand by my side as the Luna, to rule and nurture the pack until her very last breath and that I, Alpha Asher Blackwood would be her anchor and strength when she performs her duty as Luna towards me and the pack. I stand here tonight to confirm these whispers to be true, but before the last rite is performed, I wish to give everyone the room to speak if he or she has a reason why the last rite should be canceled.”

The night was perfect, the full moon casting its gentle glow over our Moonlight Pack's territory. The air was filled with the comforting scents of roasting meat and fresh pine, and the sound of laughter echoed through the trees. It was a night of celebration, a night to honor the moon goddess, Selene, and the bond we shared as a pack. I stood among my fellow pack members, a warm sense of belonging filling me as I watched them enjoy the festivities. The bonfire roared in the center of our clearing, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those I held dear.