Werewolf Looking At The Moon Novels & Stories

Still, she kept watching. Fur sprouted from his skin. His legs broke and lengthened, hocks forming where once there had been knees. Lily bit her lip to keep from vomiting, needing the mild pain to help her focus. Needing to look away, she glanced up at the moon. She already knew what she would see. It was bulbous, but the end slice was missing. The moon was not yet full. She turned back to the werewolf. Fear oozed down her back, seeping like cold water. He was looking right at her.

Aurora replied while grinning from ear to ear. Madeline also exclaimed excitedly. She looked at the moon and felt a sudden urge to howl. Aurora also felt the same urge. They looked at the blood moon and howled aloud. Sebastian and David also felt the same urge with their wolves and howled with her. Their loud and powerful howls made all the pack wolves shudder in delight, and without thinking anything, the whole pack howled aloud, connecting themselves with the moon, feeling their faded strength coming back.

The river, a mirror to the heavens above, reflected the moon's light, creating a serene and mystical ambiance around us. There, in the tranquility of the night, Kael nudged me to look down at my chest. Bathed in the silvery glow, my fur bore markings I hadn't noticed before. Three perfect crescent moons, each a mirror image of the one gracing the night sky. The marks were not just on my skin but were now a part of my very essence, represented in my wolf form as well.

He’s looking somewhere beyond the gardens, the boredom slipping from his face, shoulders straightening just enough for me to notice. "It's here.” I immediately look up. The moon hangs exactly where it was a second ago. Bright and white. "...It looks exactly the same." I scowl. "It doesn't," Evan says, his eyes still fixed on the sky. "You just can't see it." I frown at him. "What?" "The Blood Moon." "What do you mean I can't see it?" "Humans can't. Only werewolves have that blessing." Huh? "You can see it?" I question.

I said with a pout, as he took a picture of my neck. "I can kind of sense what you’re thinking." He smirked. I frowned. "That’s a wolfie thing?" "Kind of." He winked as he held the phone out to me. I took it, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at the screen nervously. It was not what I was expecting. There was a full moon, surrounded by flames. One could mistake it for the sun, but it was clearly a moon. In front of the moon was a silhouette of a wolf, its fur a deep navy black, littered with stars and a small moon… just like the night sky…

He probably noticed the dried tears on my cheeks but chose to keep quiet and move on with changing the topic. **** It's 9pm already. My mood was off and I didn't havens inner because I wasn't in a mood to have dinner. I was tired of sitting on my bed so I tried to get up. I managed to reach my balcony, using my foot which was okay. I sat on the floor and looked at the sky. There were barely any stars visible but there was a full moon. I smirked as I thought about werewolves. Some say that during a full moon, the female wolves go into heat or the male wolves let out their beasts or the alpha and Luna take their whole pack in the forest and howl.

I could see every detail of the trees, how the barks told a story, how the leaves edged darker green veins. But the most mesmerizing of it all. The moon. Sitting in the middle of black blanket with tiny white piercings dotting the inky darkness was the round symbol of lycanthrope. It was huge and I could see each dent, each structured burden that embedded it surface. It was the most detailed of everything. I would stare at it all night. Drinking in its godlike presence. I forced my eyes away from it, looking over at the black wolf next to me. His eyes didn’t resemble the moon at all anymore. They were just grey. Beautiful but how I had ever seen those two matching goes beyond me.

A hairy snout protruded and underneath the animal was growling, saliva draping in between it's razor sharp teeth. "Good Wolfie." I cooed, taking a step backwards. "Good Wolfie. Now stay." He seemed to be listening to me, until I bumped into something or someone rather. Slowly turning my head, I came face to face with another werewolf, even more fiercer than the first one. He barked his teeth at me, growling loudly. I glanced at the moon and back again. The moon wasn't full so they weren't supposed to be in their wolf forms right now. So that meant only one thing, this wasn't normal.

After dinner, he asked her if she wanted to take a walk near the lake. The moon is out and illuminates the territory. “Uh, sure.” “You sound like you didn’t want to.” He was amused that she didn’t simply say no. “I just thought we’ll be returning home immediately and get more rest. The weather’s nice, though. Going to the lake should be relaxing.” She wasn’t lying. The moonlight was one of the things that fascinated werewolves over the years. Being able to see their surroundings at night under such a glow was mesmerizing.

But he still notices when they are directly under the light of the lantern. “Wait… You seem to have smeared mascara, right here,” he touches her cheek, rubbing the moisture between his fingers in surprise. What happened, Kitty? Why are you crying? - So ... Nonsense, do not pay attention, - she waves off. It's all full moon. All werewolves are unstable at this time. Such a beautiful bridge… Shall we go there?