When The Moon Was Ours Novels & Stories

Maya Woods was born an Omega. Weak, unwanted, and treated as nothing more than a slave in her pack. But fate bound her to Alpha Damien, the powerful young Alpha who refused to claim her, yet refused to let her go.Used in secret and ignored in public, Maya’s life was a cycle of pain and false promises until the night everything changed. Broken, bleeding, and on the edge of death, she was saved by the most feared Lycan King of all, Rasmus.With Rasmus, Maya discovered a new truth about herself, a hidden power no Omega was meant to carry, and a bond stronger than anything she had ever known. But love in the Lycan world is never simple. Desire burns, enemies circle, and betrayal waits closer than

There are no words left to say, only the profound, resonant truth of our survival and the unbreakable bond that holds our pack together through every trial. As the celebrations begin to rise around us and the warmth of victory washes over our battered bodies, Daryl pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss of relief, but the natural order of our world shifts with terrifying suddenness. The air grows preternaturally still, and the triumphant cheers of our warriors dying instantly in their throats as an unnatural pressure descends upon the coastline. The giant, glowing golden eye of the Moon Goddess itself suddenly appears in the sky above us and looks down upon my stomach.

The 6 stones were covered in petals. WE BLEED TOGETHER WE CHOOSE ANYWAY WE REMEMBER WE CHOOSE FOREVER WE CHOOSE BOTH WE CHOOSE TO REMEMBER She touched each one. Petals fell from her fingers. The sky pulsed. One moon dipped low. Pink with a white edge. Like Luna’s original moon. “It’s the first one,” Aria whispered. “The sky kept it.” Wolves gathered below. 100,000 of them. Looking up. The moon pulsed once. Then spoke. Not with sound. With memory.

"They've breached the borders. It's time!" With one final embrace, they both raced out of the house and shifted while running to meet with the rest of the pack. Felix and Sasha stood front and center while the rest lined up in rows behind. "I want to say thank you to you all for fighting for this pack. We may be small, but we can be mighty. This is for the Full Moon Pack! We won't ever let the Cresent Moon Pack take away our strength, our love, or our family values. We fight together, and we will die together."

The moon hung full and silver above them, its light turning everything to glass and shadow. Mara raised her hands for silence. “Tonight, we honor not just our victory, but our unity. We stand together because we chose to trust each other.” Her eyes turned to Lena. “We welcome our new Luna, who stood between darkness and light and chose both. Without her, this pack would not stand as one.” Lena’s throat tightened as the pack howled in unison—a deep, powerful sound that echoed through the valley. Damian turned to her, his voice low but sure. “You are my equal, Lena. My moon. My mate.”

Not that I’m complaining or anything. I’m standing in the preparing yard in the midst of handfuls of other understudies, and the discuss is crackling with anxious vitality. The surviving educates are standing in front of us, their expressions extending from inquisitive to pleased, and at the head of the line is Ace Ombres, by presently completely recouped from her wounds. The group has diminished altogether, and not fair since we misplaced so numerous individuals. The remains of the Blood Moon Pack have returned to their place to stay to circle the wagons, and the few remaining werebears from Cassius’ armed force have scattered. Without organized administration, they posture less of a risk,

The crowd grew quiet, waiting as she began to speak. “Under the full light of the Moon Goddess, we gather,” she intoned in a calm voice. “To bind two souls in unity, strength, and eternal loyalty. Tonight, Alpha Alec of Night Crescent Pack and Amanda Graymoon of the Graymoon Pack join as one — bound by blood, by vow, and by destiny.” Elder Rowan stepped forward and dipped his staff into the glowing moonwater. He lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the altar stone, making a hissing sound before turning into a thin silver mist.

“The world didn’t end.” “Not yet,” I teased. He kissed me, slow and sure. “Not ever. Not while I have you.” And under the same moon that had once watched us as enemies, we began the rest of our lives — not as wolf and vampire, not as allies of convenience, but as something far rarer. As home. ---

Who are we without our wolf? “She is the Moon Goddess, she created us all. Yes, she can do it”. Wow. I never thought this could be a possibility. Roe explained to me once, that once you’re a Were, you can’t go back. There is no cure or anything like that. Would Selene really do it though?

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.