Novel & Cerita War Moon

Why would Luna and Deus be mates when Moon goddess had already stopped making mates? Thousands year ago... Third-person Pov Moon goddess felt disappointed as she watched thousands of wolves, her followers, dying in vain in the war. She watched as Deus single-handedly killed hundreds of wolf within a second. Soon all her followers died and only Deus was the one standing in the middle of a war zone, covered by the blood that belonged to thousands of wolves who he had killed just now.

Let’s embark on another adventure together. Moon

Kadila paused and watched me. "The Werewolves and Ogres war happened thousands of years ago," I tell her, as the information doesn't match with what I've known for years. "Yes. The first Moon-made was sent a thousand years ago. She was sent to heal, restore, and create peace. But only met a tragic death. A few more Moon-mades were sent but they all met the same fate. Thousands of years later, another Moon-made was sent by the Moon Goddess. You know the story of these ones. Two more were sent after her and they didn't survive either. Until her." She points to Xyana. "She's here to stop the war and heal the land. Whoever marks her automatically becomes the Moon-Alpha. An Alpha more powerful th

His scream was so loud that everyone around froze, including Lucy and her mother who had been walking away. "What?" "The.... The Sea Moons Pack are also attacking us!" Alpha Carl's eyes bulged in shock. Ethel glanced at him and the look on his face made her know that this time around, they really could be in one huge mess. Alpha Carl's breath turned heavy. He reached his hand into his pocket and felt a ring inside of it, the moon ring. The moon ring was their only way of winning this war.

that washed over the planet and its shattered moon. Audrey and her team were spat out of the World-Ship’s maw, shielded only by their "Lunar-Armor." As they tumbled back toward the planet, they saw the "Golden-Mist" of the Curators being torn apart by a "Violet-Storm." The "Sovereignty-Virus" had evolved into a "Life-Catalyst." "Look at the 'Sea of Glass'!" Vane shouted, her glass-lungs singing with the pressure change.

Warrior Wolves patrolling, Omegas serving, Medics healing, and us ensuring everyone was in their proper place. I wasn’t worried about what I was leaving behind, though. Harley and Nova were capable as hell. I was worried about what I was walking in to. I dreaded arriving at Moon Chasm constantly. Maybe I should’ve been a bit excited – there wouldn’t be summer heat there or anything, with the world beyond our borders settling into a real winter, but there would be infinitely more food than we had here. I could wake up in the morning and have a hot cup of coffee. Goddess, that sounded good.

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

I ask again. "My mother befriended Luna Mira," he says. They said Alpha Ludo's Luna had once been a beautiful proud woman, a descendant of the Moonwolf pack from across the continent. But Silvia only knew her as the sad, kind woman who wore long sleeves summer or winter to cover the bruises and scars her husband inflicted on her.

What was that? “I don’t understand Orion. What is a Moonsworn healer?” I was beginning to panic and Mira could sense it in my voice because she immediately holds my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Moonsworn healers are wolves born during the blood-red moon,” Orion explained. “This proves you’re not an omega, and it means you haven’t fully emerged yet. I’m not sure I have all the facts right, because if you and your sister were born during the blood-red moon, it should have been written in the—”