Werewolf Looking At The Moon Novels & Stories

The male werewolf was a sadistic brute, delighting in his victory. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the torrential downpour. Antonio's eyes snapped towards the sound's origin, his heart pounding like a tribal drum in his chest. From the shadowy edge of the forest, another werewolf emerged. His black mane shimmered in the moonlight, his muscular body rigid with predatory intent. Rain streaked down his coal-black fur, trailing rivulets that glowered ethereal under the luminous moonlight. His eyes blazed, a fiery crimson that bore into the scene before him with a fierce intensity. His gaze was locked onto the female, her whimpers of pain tearing through his composure. This newcomer was

He said and I saw a strange wildness in his eyes that made me alert. “Alright, we’ll find out about this feeling of yours after the whole ceremony, okay? Now take a fucking chill pill.” I said and he straightened up. He might have managed to keep his face a bit normal, but the look never left his eyes. The rooftop of the hall opened about an hour later and between the clouds I could make it out, white as snow and glittering in the sky stretched with darkness. The Wolf moon was a beautiful sight to behold and there was suddenly a fuss around the hall of illustrious and powerful werewolves.

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

The night held a strong connection to werewolves. The moon was their goddess and tonight she was at her peak. Aria looked up at the sky. The beautiful White moon seemed to smile down at her. The full moon often made the werewolves lose control. Thanks to her suppressant she could keep it a little subdued but she was sure many of the werewolves were staying at home. Great… she didnt want to see any of them. Not when her werewolf was so close to the surface.

V. Laika jerked up from the bed and looked out of the open window. The moon stood in front of her room, smiling at her. She could hear the howls of different werewolves from a distance but was in no mood to shift and bask under the moonlight. She took her robe from the bed and wrapped it around herself.

The shadows danced across the gathered faces. The moon above shines bright, large and round, it is crimson in its fullness, the Blood Moon, the most sacred of nights for Werewolves. I held my breath. My heart is shaking in my chest. I was praying, please Elva, please, be strong like your father… please show any sign, a flicker of power, a burst of light, the glow of your aura, it would confirm your strength. Elva whimpered softly as the blood settled on her skin. The pack waited as the air was thick with tension.

From this angle, I notice his head is tilted back, his gaze locked on the full moon. I’ve never really been captivated by the moon like most wolves tend to be, they would spend hours just looking at the moon, chasing it, howling at the moon, I once read a poem, La Luna, about the moon, the wolf who had written it said he feels the goddess whenever he stares at the full moon. Maybe because I haven’t really spent much time in my wolf skin. But right now, though, as I look at him I wonder how it feels like, to be utterly captivated by the moon. I wonder what he’s thinking of at this very moment. Is he happy? Sad? Content? “Are you going to stay there all night?” I jump at the sound of his voice

The pack gathered together in their werewolves form as Alpha Marcus stood on the mountain, staring down at his pack, as the full moon shone brightly behind him. He stood propped up on his hind paws, the pride of his heritage in his hearts as he howled to the moon in honour of goddess Selene, wishing for her to shower her blessings. The pack typically joined him in howling and it rises as the howl continues, creating an illusion that the pack was larger than it really is. *** One week later. Nevada; The City of Las Vegas

She quickly headed to the balcony to check what was going on. Cold wind whipped against her skin as she opened the door, the first thing she saw was the blood red moon. “Red moon?” It was her first time seeing it, and it indeed looked terrifying yet beautiful. Vanilla found it weird but she didn't feel it, as she glanced down, she spotted several huge wolves walking around with another huge, black one walking towards the other six of them, her eyes widened and she immediately stepped back a little. “Werewolves.” She stated shakily. Her voice attracted the attention of the werewolf approaching the others, with his enhanced hearing, he could even hear her heartbeat, when their eyes met, Vanill

The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light filtering through the trees and casting long shadows over the forest floor. A group of five men sat around a campfire, the warmth of the flames pushing back the evening chill. Laughter filled the air as they joked, drank, and tore into chunks of fried meat. The night was quiet and peaceful, with only the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle of leaves. One of the men, a tall werewolf with sharp senses, suddenly tensed. His laughter died on his lips as he glanced into the dark woods surrounding them. “Someone’s here,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on the sounds of approaching footsteps.