When I Meet The Moon Novels & Stories

The sound of cracking bones always made me relax and watching those videos is like my favorite thing to do. “I’ll give you a break”, she look a spatula from the counter and hit me with it while I yelped and jumped in order to escape the hit. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, I cried out before she stopped the she became serious. “The alpha is holding an meeting with the alpha of the Crescent Pack today and you need to be there” I groaned, I hated catering events like that and she knew it. “Don’t groan at me”, she warned. “You know I’m doing this in your best interest”.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

But then her eyes, sharp and cunning, caught on two words, and her smile tightened with a new, burning curiosity. "Full moon." She read the line again. "...I might not be able to reach for you during the fullmoon." Why? Why was their meeting tied to the full moon? It was a strange, wild detail. A secret meeting? A code? It stirred a memory, a ghost from the failed assassination—whispers of strange strength, of a wound that closed too fast. Her eyes darted back to the first line, to the other strange word that now seemed to glow on the page.

As Luna Alison smiles and nods at me. ‘Should we spill the beans about Selene?’ I Ask Zanthe, unsure of how much to share. ‘Yes, we can trust her and Lucas,’ Zanthe nudges me internally, her voice steady, ‘but let's keep it between us and the Alpha couple for now.’ Taking a deep breath, I plunge into the unbelievable. "Just before I woke up, I... um, I met the Moon Goddess." I can't help but stumble over the words, sounding more like a star-struck fan than a composed she wolf.

I prayed to the moon goddess as time went by. Soon, it was morning, and this time around, a doctor approached me, a solemn look in his eyes. He wiped sweat off his forehead, his eyes laden with sleep and fatigue. I didn't wait for him to get to me; instead, I hurried to meet him where he was and held his hands.

Somehow, I’ve convinced them to only invite my own friends for the small party we’re going to have at midnight and I think it’s better that way because I wouldn’t want the whole pack to be talking when there’s a chance that I might meet my mate that night. The thought of meeting the person the moon goddess specially created for me brings butterflies to my stomach and I almost moan at the pleasant shivers that run through every nerve in my body…to the tip of my toes and fingers. Although they’ve told me that it’s not quite that sudden, I still have a strong belief that I’ll meet him tonight.

The moon goddess is trying everything possible to sabotage our meeting tonight. “Aren’t you?” I said, my voice barely audible as I asked her I nodded my head and got to my feet once more, limping a little as the pain was still there but I had to meet up as planned. I can’t ruin this night for anything. I kept limping and I couldn’t help but notice the full moon up in the sky as I heard the howls of wolves in the air. I wished I had one. Even if it wasn’t so big as Alpha North’s but just a little one will do.

By the moon, I can’t wrap my head around what reaction he’ll have once he finds out. “But to prevent this bloodshed, one has to listen to everything I say.” I bite the inside of my cheek and swallow. “What do you want?” “On the day of the full moon, I want us to meet.” She gives me a gentle tap on the cheek, chuckle like kid who finally got an ice cream and leaves the room. As the door shuts, I release a huge breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The weight crashes down on me. I’m screwed.

Tonight… under the full moon… I would finally meet her. ** Follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand. "You came for a prize," I whispered, standing over him. "You found a judge." I reached down and placed a single hand on his forehead. I didn't kill him. I did something much more permanent. I burned the mandate of the Moonveil into his mind. I showed him the future—a world where the Ashmoor throne was the anchor of the peace, and where the Blood Moon pack was either a servant or a memory. I pulled back. Kael gasped, his eyes clearing, replaced by a look of absolute, hollowed-out submission.