Werewolves Full Moon Novels & Stories

Jake sat in his truck watching the house where his mate lived. The girl appeared to live there alone with an elderly woman. Both smelled like wolves, though there was something different about their scent. It was almost like that of a young one who was on the verge of finding their wolf but had not yet turned. That couldn’t be the reason though, they were both well past the age… or did neither of them know they were werewolves? Could that happen? Wouldn’t they just change anyways during a full moon? Certainly, during a wolf moon, the goddess would have changed them at least that one night of the year.

" Mericel is the most powerful witch, she knows how to lure him to you. Tonight is the full moon which is best to capture him. Come to Witches Hollow before six. She will not disappoint you." "Full moon is when the wolves are at their strongest. Do you take me for a fool? There are rumors that Ares is the most powerful werewolf, surpassing his uncle. His power will only strengthen on a full moon. So tell your old hag that I think I'll pass." I waved off and turn around to leave. Her next words had me stiffen completely, halting in my tracks.

Glancing back up to him, she smiled and added, “Or night, as the case seems to be.” He smiled back at her and said, “I have a feeling you won’t be seeing any more werewolves for at least a month.” At her quizzical look, he added, “The full moon has passed, so the werewolves should be gone now.” “At least until next month,” Eve said with a frown. Nodding, he echoed, “At least until next month.” They were silent before Eve nodded and said, “Well, we’d better get to work then.”

Vincent tightened his grip on the wheel, glancing at me. I blinked at him, confused, shaking my head. Vincent smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curled up to let out cold words. "Today is a full moon day." Stunned, I pulled out my phone from my bag; the bright red text marked by me was visible on the screen. Indeed, that day had come. For a long time, our world existed, a story handed down from time immemorial. On that special full moon day of the year, the day the wolf souls in us go crazy. Werewolves cannot control wolf souls; those wolf souls will gain control. But they are also affected by the full moon without controlling their behavior, from which a series of bloody stories occur.

he said and slammed inside me without giving me a second to brace myself. I gasped as my eyes went to the woods in front of us where the moon was hanging over the poplars and aspens. The moon was shining in its full glory. No wonder Alpha Dane was relentless the entire day. The full moon had a crazy effect on the werewolves. They wanted to mate badly.

Still Alpha Alvarez's POV It's Full Moon. The werewolves in the various packs go mad, this is the season when they honor the Moon Goddess. Unmated wolves go looking for their mate and the mated ones get adrift to mate, wanting to sire as many pups as possible to continue their bloodline. Most of the activity takes place at night when the moon is at its fullest in the sky. From the hilltop I watch the sky impatiently, can't wait for the time when Eclipse Moon's pack run starts.

Chief Wolfpaw says as Cody and I gather wood and begin skinning the rabbits. The night is young, and seeing Cody again brings a warmness to my heart. The moon is at it's half, which means the werewolves have half their normal strength. On the night of the full moon they are at their strongest. The moon in the sky smiles, because the moon goddess is proud that the Luna lovers of the Wolf People Clan are united at last.

He briefly exchanged greetings with me before hurrying back. "I've been busy all day, patrolling with a few soldiers during the day, and then helping set up the hall for tomorrow's ceremony. Well, see you tomorrow!" He bid us farewell and drove away in a Ford F-150. At night, I lay alone in bed, feeling hot all over, my mouth parched, and my mind restless. When the Moon Goddess created werewolves, she bestowed upon us the speed and strength of wolves and the intelligence of humans, but she also bound us to the instincts of animals. Every full moon, when a werewolf turns 18, they go through a week-long heat cycle, and only a mate can soothe the restlessness of the heat. Rose kept urging me to

but nobody left and they just stood there watching him as he looked at his feet. They just stood there...leaving him to put his mind in order and to recognize that maybe there was more than he thought it was about Sarah, because he never felt like this. He never cared so much about someone. They stood there and they didn’t even realize when the moon was full over their heads, spreading her moonlight and making all the special things happen. The full moon is the most magical time for a werewolf: weddings are held on the full moon, the young werewolves transform for the first time, promises are made at this time because the Moon Goddess will bless them and not at last mates find each other.

He had been preparing all his life for it, hadn't he? It made me wonder why they were so sure that it was seven days. "Why seven days?" "The full moon will be at its peak," I heard Wiley comment from beside me. And Harry continued, "Yes, and if the full moon is present, werewolves would be affected. Their senses would be heightened, and they would naturally be stronger under the Moon Goddess’s full glow." We returned to the general conversation as my father continued. "This is good, as it is also to our advantage. We can use the moon's power just as much as they can, and we are going to win this," he finished, whispering the last bit to himself.