When The Moon Calls You Home Novels & Stories

It came from above. Maya looked up at the silver moon, which was hanging large and luminous over the peak. The lunar surface seemed to flicker with a faint, violet light, a rhythmic signal that matched the sixty-beatbone-snappping rhythm of my own heart. It was a call from a twin that had been silent since the first stone was planted. "The moon is waking up, Daddy," Maya whispered into the link, her voice filled with a mixture of wonder and a new, celestial dread.

Even now, the echo of that final, horrific night clung to her like smoke, a scar etched deeper than flesh. “I’m staying here,” Calla stated, her voice hardening. “As long as Liam and Petric are here, this is my home. I have nothing to seek from that man. He isn't a mate, he’s a mistake the Moon Goddess made, and I’m correcting it.” Liam leaned forward, his face carved with a deep, furrowed concern.

“Something smaller. Something that can cross before He does. A feeler. A thorn. A child.” Baylee’s stomach turned, bile rising. “No.” “Listen,” the Moon whispered, sudden urgency flaring in Her voice. “Listen to Me, Baylee Vale. He will send something that is not Him. It will beg.” Baylee’s breath caught. “It will smell like the ones you cannot lose,” the Moon said. “It will use their faces. It will use their voices. It will tell you, ‘just open the door a little, just a little, just enough to let me through so I can stay, so I don’t have to go back.’ It will cry. It will scream. It will tell you you are cruel if you say no.”

CALLUM 10:30pm “What’s the plan, Callum. The first full moon is in the next twenty- one days, we should get started on preparing the warriors,” Nolan said over the phone, his voice firm and I could tell his hands were balled into a tight fist as he spoke.

Copyright ©️ 2026 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions. Technically, she isn’t under any obligation to report my movements. That is just gossip, but the new future Luna might try to retaliate. My sister isn’t afraid of her and she knows that our bloodline is clearly strong enough to equal the leaders if I was the Goddess-chosen future Luna. With that thought, I smile and step out of the front door. My first stop will be the elementary school, my favorite place.

The leader answered a phone call. “Yes, sir. We’ve got him… Yes, the wolf. No sign of the girl yet.” Rhea. Fenrak’s jaw tightened. He said nothing, only listened as the voice on the phone warned, “Stay sharp. It’s a full moon tonight.” The man chuckled. “We’ve got silver, chains, and volts. What’s a moon gonna do?” The call ended. And then— A low hum rolled through the night. Through the cracked window, the moon began to climb. A pale silver eye, full and merciless, spilling light through the dust-streaked glass. The beams hit the floor like holy fire.

"I could never get that lullaby quite right. But now that the door is open, the Dead Zone is dead." He pointed the tuning fork at Maya’s stomach. "The moon is calling, Maya. And the children really want to go home." The tuning fork emitted a high-frequency blast that sent everyone except Maya flying against the walls. Maya felt her feet leave the floor as she was caught in a tractor-beam of violet energy.

"Nothing that changes what we already know about the price. But there's a passage here about the ritual's timing that concerns me." He turned one of the pages toward me, pointing to a section of Mireille's careful translation, his finger tracing the line as though the act of touching it made the danger more real. "The release clause has to be invoked at the exact peak of the eclipse. Not before. Not after. A window of moments, according to this, not the full duration of the eclipse itself." "How narrow a window," I asked, my stomach tightening. "Mireille estimated minutes," Kaiden said.

he asked. “Twenty-first of January,” replied Matt. “When is the next full moon?” asked Red. Matt took out his phone and did a voice search. “When is the next full moon?” Matt asked his phone. A woman’s pleasant voice was heard: The first full moon of the year, or what Native Americans call the Wolf Moon, will light up the night sky on January 28. Enjoy your camping, Matt! After the computer-generated voice, there was the sound effect of a howling wolf. Red smiled as he heard the sound effect while Matt immediately lowered his phone.

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."