Werewolves Moon Novels & Stories

[Dove] The Whispering Moon Pack does not observe the same rituals as the other werewolf clans; they do not have prayers when there is a full moon. But every year, on the night of the brightest full moon, they have a grand feast with lots of singing, dancing and drinking. The tiny coincidence seemed to encourage my secret mission: mend the relationship between Cole and the Moon Goddess. Since that day by the waterfall, my mind often drifted back to the pain I saw in Cole's eyes; somehow, I felt responsible.

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.

Behind us, the pack stirred, their energy electric in anticipation. "Ready?" he asked softly. I nodded, his hand clutched firm. Together, we two lifted our faces up toward the rising moon, and for the very first time in history, a pack of werewolves had howled out in open heart of London-not secretly, but in celebration, for a new dawn saw shadows give way to light.

He stared at me with sharp, clouded eyes, and his gaze grew complex. Besides "the responsibility" he felt for me, there was more. He knew my healing talent was unique and precious to the pack and to his family. With werewolves constantly fighting for territories, they got killed or injured often, so a gifted healer was vital for every pack, not to mention the "Blood-Fury" that often occurred when they shifted on the full-moon day. "Nadia, I need to think this over. I can't give you an answer yet," Reid said, his voice heavy and raspy with exhaustion. "You guys go on with dinner. I'm done eating, and I need some rest."

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

But one fateful night, the werewolves had angered the moon, and it had turned against them, cursing them to go berserk on the night of every full moon. The legend said that the werewolves had angered the moon by rejecting its gift of magic. The werewolves had been a proud and independent species, and they didn't want to be beholden to the moon's power. So they rejected its gift, and in turn, the moon cursed them to go berserk. But a few werewolves prayed to the moon goddess for mercy and said that they would accept a few powers. The moon goddess agreed and thus presented the werewolves with only a few powers and lifted the curse from most of the days except for the full moon night.

“The answer to your question is yes,” Mr. Morgenstern said. Hannah and I glanced at each other before turning back to him. It felt good to be prove right. “Werewolves exist and there are a lot of them in this town,” he continued. His wife slipped her dainty hand into his. They were seated on a loveseat couch while the three of us were on a four sitter opposite theirs. Mrs. Morgenstern seemed like the perfect stepford wife who did nothing but care for her husband and the family. “In fact, there are more supernatural beings than humans in this town.”

Descendants of the Moon I opened the book and read the introduction. Werewolves are a creation of the Moon Goddess, whom they worship as the supreme being, but there are also those who are her direct descendants. Daughters of the Moon Goddess, who roam the Earth among us. They are superior to all wolves, as royal blood runs through their veins. Beware of the power of the daughters of the Moon Goddess, for there is no stronger creature in the world than them. — Daughters of the goddess... Wandering the Earth among us... — I murmured.

Selene has a lot to answer for. Selene is the Moon Goddess. She created the werewolves and lycans. My bloodline are direct descendants from her. Our wolves are bigger, stronger and have abilities. Well, all except me. I was a defect a human. I showered quickly and got changed into my uniform. I was an Omega and had been for 2 years. When I didn’t shift on my 18th birthday, my father was outraged, and he stripped me of my Alpha title, making me an Omega. The lowest rank in the pack. This left me open to abuse from not just my father but the other pack members, too. Mom didn’t once step in to stop it, but she didn’t take part in it either. She left me to rot.

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