Under The Full Moon Novels & Stories

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

Today, at age sixteen she was chosen as the sacrificial priestess, which means she'll be in charge of the ceremony later after the dinner feast. " You're beautiful," he gran smiled. She was pleased. This time, Eber Isles is celebrating a festival as they used to do every at the very first glimpse of a full moon. The wolves in the isles are mostly fishermen. It is usually difficult for them to sail during the full moon because fishes are naturally hiding during this time. Fishes like to feed in the dark. And when the full moon is out, there is too much light for a specific to come to the top. Thus, they celebrate this feast as a way of gratitude to the moon goddess for giving them cath durin

He leaned very close, his warm breath brushing against my ear, sending a slight tickle through me. I turned my head, meeting his deep gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, freezing everything into eternity. “Happy Winter Solstice Festival, Xaibe.” He leaned in close to my ear, murmuring softly, “On the next full moon night, let us go to the Moon Goddess to mark our bond.” Outside the window, the aurora continued its dance across the night sky, its brilliant colors reflecting upon my face and onto Xaibe's face. Catching each other's scent, we held one another in a tight embrace. (The End)

"Hey, Kai. Look... There is a full moon." "I saw that a long time ago. If not for this crazy adventure you brought us on, we should have gone for a run in the forest." Kai pouted childishly. Wolves' powers were always at the peak during a full moon and he just missed an opportunity to howl and run around a garden of vegetation—because of their 'journey.'

Xavier POV As we pulled up to the Midnight Moon packhouse and got out of the car, Lunar was instantly on alert telling me that something wasn't right. I relayed the message to my parents and our Gamma, Peter who had been waiting at the jet for us. I watched as all their eyes glowed momentarily before subsiding, telling me that their wolves were alert and just below the surface. When we walked into the packhouse the air was electric and full of anger. Not just any anger, no there was pure Alpha rage radiating through the house, and not an Omega, or any other wolf in sight which was strange considering that it was only 9pm on a Friday night. Alpha Eduardo came out of a hallway to greet us, wit

Freya's Pov The moon was stupidly huge tonight. Like, full on cartoon silver platter hanging low, turning the whole yard into this eerie, glowing movie set. I was out on the back porch just… watching. The pack was already milling around in the clearing, buzzing with that itchy, electric energy that always hits right before a full moon run. You could feel it through the bonds everyone antsy, ready to bolt. Full moon runs are kind of everything to them. The one night nobody holds back. Whole pack shifts together, tears off into the woods, hunts, plays, howls till their throats are raw. Pure wolf freedom under that giant spotlight in the sky.

If they had children, they must have seen them. “No. Not yet, but very soon, I believe,” Noah answered faithfully, and they both smiled. “We should really head back now. Do we have to come back at night?” Derek asked, and Noah nodded. “Of course, you have to. It’s the full moon tonight, and we have to be together. You must be back at night,” Noah reminded them. “Oh goodness, I almost forgot there’s something called the full moon,” Fighter said fearfully—another time to go through more excruciating pain.

Dan gets up and walks towards her unsteady on his own feet. “Moon is,. Er, round! No, I mean er,” River says “full?” Dan asks “yep that” River replies. “Tonight, is a special night for us witches. The moon is full, it’s the longest day of the year. We dance naked under the moon and give thanks. Praising the moon and receiving lots of energy” Dan tells her.

My eyes widened in surprise as I saw the night sky outside the window, bathed in the ethereal glow of the full moon. It hung low, a brilliant silver orb casting its spell on the night. The collective gasp of awe from the pack members echoed in my ears, and I couldn't deny the beauty of the moment. It was an unexpected full moon, and everyone immediately became excited. The significance of the full moon wasn't lost on me. It meant more than just a picturesque night; it was a night when werewolves without mates often found their destined partners, and those already bonded with a mate experienced their connection deepening.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Davina hesitated, searching for the right words. "I was wondering about the significance of the full moon in werewolf legends. Is it true that werewolves are more powerful during a full moon?" Lucas chuckled, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "Ah, the full moon myth. It's a common misconception, actually. While it's true that some werewolves experience increased strength and heightened senses under a full moon, it's not a universal trait. The moon has no control over us, despite what the stories say."