When The Moon Calls You Home Novels & Stories

“They don’t.” We stand there, two shapes in the snow, the cabin’s light faint behind us. “I don’t think the blood moon is the beginning,” I say after a moment. Rowan’s head turns slightly. “What do you think it is?” I consider the pressure in my chest. The steadiness. The sense of being located rather than activated. “I think it’s when whatever this is stops being potential,” I answer. “And starts functioning.” The bond tightens faintly, like a held breath.

The other part was the real basement which was below the ground. Dara’s room window opened to the garden which was at the back of the house. It was a big garden. Cold wind blew and the moon looked beautiful than anything. She put her ear phones on and played hers and Wade’s favorite song. She sang softly with the song and watched the moon as it shined. “O for I can’t help falling in love with you!” she sang. After the song finished, she thought to go to her bed and get some sleep as she was feeling tired and sleepy now.

what kind of test could shake an Alpha like him? I didn’t have the answer. But I had a feeling I was about to find out. A faint breeze brushed through the room, carrying a whisper that wasn’t mine but it sure seemed soft yet echoing, almost like the goddess again. “When the moon calls again, follow the sound.” I shivered. Because in that moment, I could swear the moonlight through the window shined almost like it was alive and maybe waiting. Does that mean that the call had already begun.

“Now, lift your other palm toward the moon. You will absorb the magic from the Blood Moon, I will shoot through you and out my hand to the treasure. We will call upon the Moon Goddess to help us release the treasure.” “What do we say?” I ask her. With a smile, Aunt Mary says, “You’ll know.” Nodding, I suck in a deep breath and then raise my hand. I close my eyes, and as the power from the moon heats my hand, I feel my entire body begin to vibrate just as Aunt Mary’s was doing. I’m compelled to speak; and we begin a chorus of the same words, spoken in unison. “By the power of the Moon Goddess, we ask you please, unlock this treasure and return it to your people who serve you with love and dev

Only purpose. Thorn lifted his head and stared straight down at the camp miles below. His gaze felt like it pierced the vision itself locked on me and the baby in my arms. His voice rolled across the distance deep and certain. “Three nights until the full moon. The child will call me home.” The vision snapped away. The clearing returned sharp and loud. I gasped clutched our daughter closer. The echo throbbed once more then settled but the warning lingered heavy in my chest.

The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, casting a mesmerizing silvery glow across the land. Alpha Galan, stood at the edge of a cliff, his keen eyes fixed on the radiant lunar sphere. It was on this sacred night that he could call upon Selene, the moon goddess, his mother, and the divine being who bestowed him with his extraordinary abilities. As the moonlight reached its peak, a celestial aura enveloped Alpha Galan, and he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He raised his arms to the heavens, calling out to his mother, the moon goddess, with a melodic incantation passed down through generations:

I turn my eyes to the moon, this astronomical attraction pulling me in. "Do you want to know what they say in my hometown?" Kevin asks, also setting his eyes on the immensity of the night sky, and before I can even answer him, he adds, "That the Moon Goddess is bleeding for all those who are far from home." "And where would home be?" My voice fails me, with an intense wave of emotion crashing against my chest, chilling my body, my blood, and my soul. "Anywhere you feel like it." He says simply, with a sigh.

“If you need anything, call me, okay?” “I will.” We say our goodbyes, and I toss the phone onto my bed, letting out a long breath. Then it hits me. Tonight is the full moon. I sit up, my pulse quickening. How could I have forgotten? Back home, my pack would be celebrating. The entire pack would shift under the moon’s glow, howling their devotion to the Goddess. For years, I stood among them, bathed in the silver light, feeling connected to something bigger than myself.

Her soothing, calming, and melodic voice echoes, snapping me out of the trance I was in. What does she mean by daughter of the soil? I tried opening my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. She walks closer, each step sending a warm, calming, and soothing sensation down my body, her presence illuminating the night sky. She possesses a celestial aura. She is the moon goddess!. “Callista!” The moon goddess called, her voice echoing loudly. “Yes, moon goddess,” I responded calmly. “Go and conquer your enemies!” Her voice reeks of power and authority.

Going right back into a blank stare that I can't break myself. Jay sighs as he taps me on the shoulder pulling me out of it. He looked it up on the internet and the Full Moon is coming in two weeks on Friday. Oddly enough that's when the girls are all suppose to stay the night as their beds arrive the Thursday before. I can't wait to see them all. I guess this mean I will have to get the instructions left by my Granmother out of the safe so I can start going over them. As if Jay knew what I was thinking he got up and left without saying a word. He came back with the instructions for me and said, "Vi, here are the instructions. Please not today we agreed. Why don't you put them on the nights