Werewolves Full Moon Novels & Stories

I asked, my lips quivering with suspicion dancing in my belly but he didn't respond. “ No need for you to know that's my pretty little secret,” he said, his deep voice barely audible. “ Hey, let me double-check something, “ he whispered, turning towards the window, pulling the curtains aside for a clearer view. He glanced outside the window and saw the moon shining brightly. “ Holy shit, it's a full moon,” he declared. Tonight was a full moon, the day werewolves yearn for blood, and most times, they went into mating heat, craving the touch of their destined one.

“But how about you, Madam? It’s a full moon tonight. What will you do after I am gone?” Full moon. That one night every month when werewolves’ heightened senses became intensified. And those intensely heightened senses could lead to either an unspeakable craving for killing or an insatiable desire for physical intercourse. That was the only night when werewolves had the highest chance of finding their mates. Aamon and I would try to conceive a child every full moon before, and I knew we should be trying again after six months of not seeing together. But at that time… I was sure that Aamon spent that night with his mate, Elisa.

“Oh please, during a full moon, we’d be the ones chewing on the orphans.” I hated that it made me laugh, because the reality was brutal. The full moon didn’t give us some kind of moral compass or heroic instinct. It stripped us down to our most feral selves. No thoughts. No reason. Just instincts and chaos. Some werewolves sometimes remember everything that happened during the full moon, bjt at the end of the day, the moon had more control. Only Alphas and a few betas were are capable of controlling themselves. The popcorn didn’t taste as good anymore.

It was a full moon, a time of power and transformation for werewolves. Alpha Kane released his grip on my arm, and I stood there, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers had dug into my flesh. He stared at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Full moon tonight," he remarked, his voice low and contemplative. I nodded, unsure of where this conversation was headed. The full moon was a significant event for werewolves, a time when their instincts and desires were heightened. "I'm not one to pass up an opportunity," Alpha Kane said with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You will join me tonight, whether you like it or not."

She paused, turning back to face him. "How are you now?" "I'm fine, thank you." He sighed. "Sorry I wasn't there to save you from Odessa's madness. I was away from the Fortress when it happened." Sheera met his gaze. "It's okay, Ulric. I understand." After a beat of silence, Ulric broke it, his voice quieter. "Would you mind going hunting with me?" ****†****†****† It was a full moon. The wolves were in their excited state. A night of the full moon was always a night the wolves eagerly anticipated—a night when their strengths surged to its peak, when their senses sharpened, and their desires burned hotter than ever. Every emotion, every feeling, was intensified under the moon's gaze.

Nightwalker wolves and Lycans would die without her; she is their doctor now. As he drew his fangs and tilted his head, she backed away. And because she's not used to this form yet, she accidentally struck the different stuff in her house. She screamed to show him how terrified she was— to herself. When she looked up at the moon, she discovered it was not spherical. She backed away even further when Amoux's neck cracked. She peered at the moon again because Amoux seemed to be shifting. The werewolves and Lycans transform whenever the moon is full, and they forget who they are, so they hurt others.

I turned to Agnes and Kylie to ask this question. "Full moon? It's just as the name implies. The night when the moon is full, it might just be a normal thing for humans but it ia different for us. During the fullmoon, all the werewolves in the pack would gather together and shift together to receive blessings from our moon goddess." "Also, during the full moon, some werewolves might be lucky to find their mate and some would be able to mark their mate. In human words, the full moon is both a festival and a valentine ceremony."

It was going to be the full moon that night. As the case was always at our pack, all the wolves of the pack, with the exception of the Omegas since some of them don't have their own wolves and the rest have weak wolves that make keeping up with the rest of the pack impossible for them, all moved out into the forest. There, we wolfed out and hunt for games while letting the power of the full moon move through each of our beings, making us whole. At the end of the hunting game, we move back all the caresses of the animals to the packhouse where the Omegas made a festive meal with them. Once the food was ready, we wine and dine all through the rest of the night.

Celeste had explained everything to me. During the full moon, werewolves become more wolf than human, with bloodlust and sexual instincts at an all-time high. Some wolves are stronger than others, and so the pack keeps the weaker wolves safe by locking them in an underground bunker until the effects of the full moon have faded. The bunker had to be well-prepared so that the wolves would be as comfortable as possible. "You haven't been ignoring me? Then explain why you quicken your strides when you see me and why you hide yourself when you hear of my arrival," he asked.

That was a good one; at least now I can think properly about my next move. After the blood moon two days ago, I have been trying to throw advances at Damon, but he has ignored me ever since. Well, I was still glad I was in the pack with the other werewolves during the full moon. During the full moon, Members of the werewolf pack become their most powerful versions. It influences our bodies and minds substantially. I was happy to experience this with my fellow werewolves for the first time in a long time. I was also more stronger.