War Moon Novels & Stories

We’re currently going through the warrior's reports on the scouring of the Cresent Moon pack. “ why didn’t she mind link me directly?” I asked surprised “ she couldn’t reach your mind link.” Oh, I blocked off the mind link to avoid distractions from my mother pestering me to stop searching for the rouge king and preserve my life and pack guards reporting Bella’s fights. She’s either hitting the maids or saying rude things to the pack house residents. It’s tiring, how can I make her a Luna with such an attitude, a Luna is the mother of the pack and love every pack member but Bella will definitely ruin the whole pack and make everyone a slave. Maybe it was because of how she grew up, that sick

His voice trembled with emotion as he finished, "So please, Mom… I must bond with Amanda. She's the only one I can ever see as my Luna." Then Amanda stepped closer to Kelvin and spoke in a loud, defiant voice. "Luna, Kelvin is my fated mate. The Moon Goddess herself blessed our bond—it's sacred and unbreakable, no matter what anyone says. Kelvin is the future Alpha. He has every right to choose his own Luna, and no one—not even tradition—has the power to reject the will of the Moon Goddess." Luna sneered. "The position of Luna is critical—she stands beside the Alpha and determines whether our pack will grow stronger or fall under the threat of invasion. His Luna must be worthy."

Alpha Duncan continued, “Kayla and Louise were getting checked out. I left a few guards here with them, and Delta Eric, Head Warrior Alex, and I went down to the gate to see what they were after. Once we got there, we met with Beta George. He had ten warriors with him, but we scented more in the trees beyond the gate. He demanded that we return the ‘three omegas’ that we had stolen from Blood Moon. I informed him that we had stolen no one; we had simply left with our mates and one of our mates’ mother. He blustered a bit, but given that they had already cut ties with Blood Moon and at worst were considered rogues, there wasn’t much he could do. I told him he was not welcome in Crescent Moon,

The little princess threw Jo an apologetic look over her shoulder. And just like that, Jo was alone again. Her gaze wandered over the colorful chaos of the playroom, until something odd caught her eye. Buried among the dolls was a dusty, battered book. She picked it up. History of the Werewolf World, it read. Jo sat down in a tiny pink plastic chair, flipping it open. The first pages told of how the Moon Goddess had created four brothers, gifting each elemental powers: Fire, Wind, Water, and Sand. She read about the Fire Warrior Pack, merged into the royal kingdom under Dante's rule.

"He used the life force of thousands. You are one woman, Neoma. You are strong, but you are not a celestial body." "I am the Void-Born," she said. She looked up at the holographic moon. The red light reflected in her eyes, making them glow with a dangerous, unstable energy. "The Moon caused this," Neoma whispered. The air around her grew cold. Frost began to form on the edges of the table. "The Moon broke the world. It created the Wastes. It made the monsters." She looked at me. Her expression was absolute. "The Moon has to fix it." "Neoma," Barzil warned, standing up. "You are talking about altering orbital physics with your bare hands. It will kill you."

Her senses were perfect, every movement anticipated, every strike fatal. The Moonridge warriors rallied behind them, their loyalty fierce, their courage unshakable. They pressed the advantage, flanking Kael’s forces, striking where his elite wolves were weakest, and defending the wounded with unwavering determination. Kael roared, fury and disbelief flashing in his golden eyes. “You… cannot… defeat me!” “You already have,” Aria said, silver light flaring brighter than ever. “I am the Luna of Moonridge. I am reborn. And I am stronger than your darkness!”

Even burned out. She knew him. In the forest, where the Aswang had died, another presence lingered. A Tamawo, a collector of sorts, tasted air. The Beacon is burning beautifully. But something else… someone else… had answered her power. Mother. The Tamawo bowed its head toward the moon now shining through the storm, silver and whole. “Mayari,” it whispered. Above the storm, the moon pulsed once. The Tamawo smiled. “The world begins to turn.”

A distant bell rang. Once. Twice. Three times. The entire mansion began shaking. The red moon outside grew brighter. The First Wolf appeared beside Luna. Its voice entered her mind. *The old world is returning.* Luna looked toward the window. Dark shapes were appearing across the horizon. Hundreds. Thousands. Maybe more. Kael stood beside her. "What do we do?" Luna took a deep breath. "We survive." Her father shook his head. "No." Everyone looked at him. "We don't just survive."

“What does that even mean?” “It means,” Aria said slowly, “there are now two Vessels on the same path. And only one of you can wield the Moon’s power.” I swallowed hard. “So is it a situation where we fight?” Aria lowered her voice, almost in a whisper. “No May, it’s a war.” I stared at Aether and at Aria dumbfounded by what I just heard. How did the mirror awaken someone who doesn’t just look like me but my replica? Is this still all Nyra’s plan?

The moon light shone clearly forehead as I looked up to it. *Help me mother. Luna derascio jermana hetero jui.* My wolf said silently and my eyes widened at my glowing fur. Blue fire blazed through it making all the wolves to stare at me in awe. Even I was surprised. The pendant on my neck shone and connected to the moon. I stared surprised and tried to convince myself that this was all from me. * I am Luna. The first warrior to the moon goddess. We, Adriana are the Liberation. We are The Light and we are headed to clear the darkness from the supernatural world that the moon goddess watches over.*