Werewolves Moon 소설 & 이야기

The moon, he feared, possessed the power to unleash his most primal desires, potentially causing harm to Celeste. Yet, at this moment, as he gazed upon the immaculate brilliance of the lunar orb, an overwhelming sentiment of gratitude overcame him. It was akin to a parched wanderer stumbling upon an oasis after traversing the barren desert for days on end. Jeremy swiftly pivoted, his attention captured by the restlessness coursing through the other werewolves in the room. The adoration of werewolves for the moon ran deep within their very essence. And now, with the full moon casting its enchanting spell, an unstoppable surge surged through the core of every werewolf, urging them to embrace t

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.

This moon represents the cold winter grip before it loosens to allow new life on the earth to surface. Vastria skimmed through the rest and came to a stop on another section about the full moons. The werewolves energy comes directly from the moon pure energy. After each full moon, the werewolves are at its strongest, energized by the pure white light. Werewolf packs often celebrate during each full moon. They can be found feasting as a whole to running though the night basking in the moonlight. The werewolves need the moonlight to cleanse their souls. They often hide during the new moon as it has the opposite effect. Making them agitated and unable to stay in control.

The preparation and the marking ceremony had been successful. The night of the full moon is the time that werewolves will be at their strongest. As supernatural beings, they drew most of the power from the moon, especially if the moon is in its full state. Food, music, and booze were always present in celebrations like this. Everyone in the pack was having a good time. They were so glad that after decades of mourning, their Alpha has finally moved on from the tragic death of his dead luna. Now, Bresmont will rise again since the Luna they had is a strong one.

Would his brothers have control of their beasts? The less contact with them, the better. “Mate.” Enough. They sprinted through the cool forest. Our true mate is in the sky, Dire. Take pleasure in that. A werewolf and the moon lived together forever—both shifting in and out of forms. The moon orbited around the earth and werewolves circled the phases of the moon, never away from the Goddess. Forget about Camille. Forget about this town. Remember the moon and understand that we will leave in the morning.

She understood what I meant to a certain point. “Do you mean like…if you could see your loved ones again ?” I nodded. “Even if it was just for a moment. I just want to see her again. What if she was reincarnated into someone else?” “Are you trying to say you feel like she has become someone else?” Tess asked and I nodded slowly. I adjusted the collar of my black chiffon coat and scratched the back of my neck. The blood moon is a night when wolves turn into their wolf forms and the wolves get a free will to be stronger that day. It was said that some wolves are lucky enough to meet the moon goddess herself and I am keen on finding the moon goddess.

The moonlight reflected off the water's surface, creating an almost magical atmosphere. That's when I heard it—a howl that raised every hair on my body. It was beautiful and haunting, filled with loneliness and longing. I turned and froze. A massive wolf stood at the edge of the clearing. Its fur was jet black with silver highlights that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. Its eyes were the same silver as Kieran's human eyes, and they were fixed intently on me. "Kieran?" I whispered. The wolf huffed, which I took as confirmation.

Iris. Wednesday, July 30th. Two days later… Noon. All day, I haven’t had a moment’s peace from talk of the blood moon festival. Everywhere, adult werewolves and younglings chatter with excitement. Their joy claws at me, pulling me back to when I still lived in Silvaton Ridge as Iris Herewit.

“It’s every girl’s dream. If a guy imprints on you, he’ll do anything for you and protect you with his life.” “Unlike the sore losers in this place,” Ariah mutters through bites of pizza. “None of them are imprint-worthy.” “I can think of a few,” Celeste flutters her sooty lashes. “There’s Adam, Vic, Elijah, Cory—” “Excuse me, I was talking,” Nate quips before turning back to me. “To answer your question, it’s an unbreakable bond that forms between two werewolves. It usually happens when two souls are eternally aligned—”

She asked. “Werewolves have five destiny charts. A crescent moon, a full moon, a blood moon, a lunar eclipse and Death's eclipse. I haven't read much about them though still in the first two chapters. Chapter 1 is basically about the history of the moon, different theories and mythologies about the gods and goddesses of the moon. Chapter 2 is about the true identity of the moon and its significance to werewolves.” I explained. “Oh. You know it doesn't sound bad because you're narrating it to me but trust me the moment I pick that book it's going to be a bore.”