Werewolf Looking At The Moon Novels & Stories

Her parents were working and Riley has no idea what to do and was panicking because it wasn’t even his house. I just told her to go. It's not like I plan to go out anyway. She says that Ryder might come soon but I doubt that. I don't think he'll come near me. That cold shoulder he gave me when he dropped me off to Xavier's room was clear enough. He won't come. I sighed. Let's just get this over with. Come on, Mother Nature!- or Werewolf Nature? What do werewolves usually look up to? Moon Goddess, I think. I mean it makes sense when you think about it. Werewolves do howl at the moon.

It is a physical reaction. I want to scream and I want to hurt someone and I want to destroy the whole world. I look up at the sky, my werewolf eyes can see the moon like a ghost in the sky even though it is day. “Curse you, moon bitch, for doing this to me, curse you”.

And the fact that he was doing it without the full moon was a wonder on it's on The air was thick with tension as the dining light cast an eerie glow upon the scene. It was a moment that would forever be etched in her memory. standing tall as and majesty before her was a fearsome, creature of the night. The werewolf's piercing gaze met Lisa's trembling eyes, those eyes glowing fiercely. Its dark fur glistened in the low lighting, this was by far the biggest Alpha she had seen. The wolf was as tall as herself!

And then, when the clouds get out of their way to reveal the fullest moon, the werewolf went into its howling position. Again, it howled five times. It sounded as lonely and as hurt as it did from her previous dream. Elinor watched as the dream is repeating itself again. The werewolf stood on all fours, unmoving. He was staring right at the moon as if his eyes were glued to it. The last howl was her cue. At any moment now, she would awake feeling disoriented and dazy. She counted the remaining seconds silently in her head. One… Two… Three—

There's a shield that makes it difficult for the layman's eyes to see the Werewolf's residence, except for the full moon. The main difference is that when the moon is full, werewolves will change physically with wild instincts that are bubbling. The desire to eat fresh meat then makes werewolf eyes glow red when they see tender meat and still flowing with blood. "I have found your daughter." Yagur said to Rudo who had been chained to a cliff with both hands outstretched, as did the man's legs. Rudo, who wore a blindfold, could only cry. "Please let her go," he said with a slew.

Holding his breath, as if afraid that the moon might be devoured by the returning clouds, he was transfixed in the moment. Suddenly, breaking the serene silence, Ben's voice erupted, shattering the stillness. "The moon is out. The moon is out!" Ben's voice reverberated with uncontainable elation, rippling through the tranquil night like an explosive force, jolting every single slumbering werewolf into a state of alertness. In the blink of an eye, the serene atmosphere was shattered by the pack's exuberance. "The moon's out!" echoed the ecstatic cries of numerous werewolves, their voices tinged with excitement and quivering anticipation.

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.

(Luna Bella's POV) I moved through the crowd, reveling in the energy that pulsed through the clearing. Laughter, music, and the sweet aroma of food filled the air, creating an atmosphere of joyous celebration. Amidst the festivities, my attention was drawn to a lone figure standing by the edge of the clearing. Curiosity piqued, I approached the werewolf, his silver fur shimmering under the moonlight. His gaze was focused, lost in thought. As I came closer, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination.

he whispered, his voice laced with admiration. The moon's gentle light danced across the forest floor, beckoning us to embark on a new adventure. Lucian's suggestion of a hunt sparked a playful glimmer in his eyes, one that mirrored the challenge he threw my way. It was an opportunity for me to further hone my skills and embrace the primal instincts that were an integral part of our werewolf nature.