Werewolf Goddess Novels & Stories

I called out. “She is the Dark moon goddess..” A voice came from behind Mason. We all turned to see Vaya, the witch's granddaughter. I had completely forgotten about her. “You know what this.. thing is?” Mason asked. Lora shifted back into her human form, her breathing was heavy and slow. Rodrick helped her back to her feet. “The Dark moon goddess is an ancient wolf, just like the silver wolf. Her powers rivals even that of the silver wolf. How did you find her?” Vaya asked.

But none of the worshippers said anything like 'Oh goddess'. He searched for the expression 'Oh goddess' instead. He scrolled through a lot of articles, until he found something. 'Oh goddess is an expression used by the worshipers of the moon goddess. Most of the worshippers are believed to be werewolves. Werewolves are said to be created by the moon goddess herself. They use the expression 'oh goddess' the same way humans use 'oh God'. Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite.

HONOURING THE GODDESS The air was thick with anticipation as all the Eleven Alphas, leaders of the most powerful wolf territories, together with their subordinates and the council of elders gathered together in a vast clearing deep within the ancient forest. The Tharlegia Festival, a sacred event held once a year, was about to commence. It was a celebration that honored the Moon Goddess and marked the pinnacle of their creation, unity, and strength. The festival was the time the werewolves were graced with the unique presence of the goddess and could ask for her help in fertility, protection, and life. It was a festival every pack in the territory was expected to be a part of and had been ce

Then a voice echoed, mixed with thunder and sulfur. “Adolfa.” I froze. It was the Moon Goddess. Her voice carried power and warning. “You know you are waging war against the strongest beings in all the districts. Do you truly understand this?” “Yes, Moon Goddess,” I answered firmly. “I know Hades and his assistants are not easy foes. That is why I united my Wereraven Spirit and Lycan Spirit, to make my Werewolf Spirit stronger. With this strength, I will defeat Alpha Lyran, Azanlin the Sorcerer King, Lord Ugarh, and every powerful ruler of the other districts.”

The Moon Goddess, a celestial embodiment of grace and power, greeted the werewolves with a gentle smile. Alpha Jake and Luna Mara, overwhelmed by the divine aura, dropped to their knees along with the entire pack, paying homage to the deity who governed their lives. "Alpha Jake, Luna Mara," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice a melodic cadence that resonated through the hearts of all present. "You are under my divine protection, and your union is blessed." Alpha Jake and Luna Mara exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude and joy. "Thank you, Moon Goddess," Alpha Jake spoke, his voice a mixture of humility and appreciation. "We are honored by your blessing."

After one night of coercive mating, she became pregnant, which further reduced her abilities. Her mother, the high priestess, demanded that she be returned to her, but the wolves refused, sparking a war between the witches and the wolves, in which the bears joined the witches in their fight against the wolves. This is how the Great War began, 100 years later: the moon goddess created six special wolves, each with their own set of abilities, to put an end to the Great War.

Werewolves: The Legends I stopped after seeing the one result. I opened it and for some unknown reasons, I scanned every sentence I could see. I almost lost myself in my own world while reading the contents. Selene, the moon goddess who is believed to be the creator of the werewolves and they worship her as their god. "I supposed that this world was not under my god." "God?" "Selene," he uttered. My mind glitched remembering our conversation last night. I continued reading the articles.

It was like I was no longer Rebekka the slave girl but suddenly I was something far more iconic. “Due to the priestesses' divine power, eventually even the beasts and the witches began to regard them as deities and that was how they came to be seen as goddesses.” “The Wolf goddess— Lunar was originally a priestess. Legend has it that she made the first beast – the alpha - walk as a man and they mated and had children. Some of the children took after the alpha and were more beast than divine while others took after the Luna and were more divine than beast…”

The Goddess gifted bond for our wolves requires no such thing. “Did you just say ‘for the love of the God’s’?” she murmurs against my chest, where I have her head pressed, needing to feel her close and make up for my weeks of ignorant stupidity. I feel her suspicion as she eyes me quizzically. “Yes.” A slip of the tongue. Werewolves have only one God, Goddess, the Moon Goddess. Zeke has told me different, and on occasion I forget what I should and should not know.

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.