War Moon Novels & Stories

And now also a bomb-ass mother. Tri-Moon is still healing. There is a lot of pain to unpack and loss to work through. It's been a huge few years for the once ‘secret’ pack. They are now the head of Were-kind, home to the leaders of an entire species, and the ground zero of the Moon Goddess’ prophecy. Tri-Moon is a celebrity in its own right. I rocked myself on the porch swing as I recounted all my favourite memories. Some bad, some good, but all of them are mine.

The Moon shone brighter than ever. The bond was sealed. The Alpha and Luna had been marked. And the war for the future of the wolf world had officially begun.

“What am I supposed to do, Moon? One side wants to ‘help’ me with some great demon, and the other wants to feed me to those things. I’m going to die either way.” You’ll be saved. “And when you bring the White Wolf back, she’ll die.” She is too valuable; she won’t die. “Her baby will be ripped out.” It’ll be happy and safe as one of us. “You’ll doom the whole Base.” I’ll make it stronger. “And how does that make you feel, Moon; knowing that Eagle is forcing you to do this?” “Horrible.” Glad.

Now she was fighting against them. The route the wolves was already known, and the Ouroboros planned to ambush them right there. They had a little army of seven hundred, while the moon realm had roughly two thousand men coming. While the frail women and children, including Rheal, were taken to a safe place, Lylah discussed how the moon realm's weapons and combat worked. She also shared what she thought they might be planning. From her perspective, Rodaric was probably the one leading the war. "What about the weapon they used on you that day we came to rescue you? Any idea what it was?" Zav asked.

“Besides. I had to wait until Kòkkino met her. Now she knows what's at stake.” Raina turned to me and quickly related what Selene had told her. Her voice cracked here and there as she struggled to control her emotions. I cupped her cheeks, but the sadness never wavered in her eyes. In a nutshell, we lost the war, and the apocalyptic world it led to will cost us the life of our moon goddess. Complete doom for our kind. “The gods don't care that wolves are against each other. War happens all the time,” Raina shared. “But they do care if it leads to annihilation of all living beings from a gateway Dymian wants to open.”

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

"The crescent moon indicates a fighter whose intervention will be crucial. Thank Goddess it is a very rare mark because it is a bad omen. It is a sign that a great war is coming and that it cannot be won without this warrior. He is called the General because he leads the army alongside the King and once the war is over, he remains in command of the army. As soon as I saw your wolf Elliot, I knew you were my General. I didn't expect it to be on your chest though. I thought about coming to see you right away but my Father convinced me to wait. He thought that your mate would have the same mark in the same place. We assumed it was going to be someone from the Blue Moon pack, because of the way

He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand. "You came for a prize," I whispered, standing over him. "You found a judge." I reached down and placed a single hand on his forehead. I didn't kill him. I did something much more permanent. I burned the mandate of the Moonveil into his mind. I showed him the future—a world where the Ashmoor throne was the anchor of the peace, and where the Blood Moon pack was either a servant or a memory. I pulled back. Kael gasped, his eyes clearing, replaced by a look of absolute, hollowed-out submission.

With that, Enzo closes his eyes and allows his wolf to take over and in no time, his gigantic figure is standing in the middle of the room. “You think I will allow you to win this time?” Maria forces the words out of her mouth. Before Michelle can say anything, she pushes her claws into her shoulder and Michelle staggers back for a moment trying to steady her balance. Maria uses this opportunity to control the sun to shine directly into the room from outside and for a moment, Enzo’s sight is blocked and he is unable to reach out for the baby hanging in the air. As if that is not enough, Maria begins to draw him in with her powers.

My throat was thick with emotion, and I struggled to swallow it all down. My eyes locked with my mother—the one person who never left my corner, even when she should have given up. Always standing tall for me. A woman who should never have accepted another's pups, but never stopped loving me as her own. Margie Harris. The epitome of Luna. She was accepting, had a pure heart and never gave up on her pack members. She was the first to rush over and pull me into a tight hug. My heart warmed at the connection. I didn’t need a wolf to feel her wolf, Fawn, reaching out for me.