When The Moon Was Ours Novels & Stories

“Look around. Beside you, somewhere close, may be the mate who will walk with you into the future.” The tension in the air was palpable, thick with anticipation and the promise of destiny. Channary could almost feel the Moon’s light touching her skin, casting everything in a pale, silvery glow. She looked around, wondering which face, if any, would be the one she would remember forever.

I sob uncomfortably, my hands trembling at my sides. Mom takes hold of my hands, pulling me into her warm embrace. Her arms wrap around my waist, hugging me tighter to her body. I can feel one of her hands slide into my hair, stroking the back of my head as her other hand rubs circles on my back. “Shh. Shh. Moonbeam, everything is going to be alright. I promise you.” She whispers beside my ear.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

With their help, it seemed like we pushed back the attackers, holding our ground and defending our territory with everything we had. As they fought to protect our loved ones and each other, the moon shone down upon the swirling chaos, casting a silvery glow over the battlefield. We were united by the bond of friendship and love, and together, we would face whatever darkness came our way. Or at least that is what I tried to hold on to when a werewolf slammed into me.

My therapist disagreed with me; he sided with Maggie. "Hey girl," Ardith, one of the more experienced nurses on our unit, greeted me as she planted her bags beside me. "Full moon is in a few nights; I'm still recovering from the last one." She chuckled, cracking her knuckles. I gave her a weak smile, "Don't remind me. That night was hell."

The moon above seemed to shine even brighter, as if celebrating our love. As we made our way back to our Pack's territory, our steps were light, and our hearts were full. The night had been a testament to the enduring power of love, forgiveness, and the promise of a brighter future. And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon, our journey together continued, guided by the love that had overcome adversity and flourished once more. As Alpha and Luna, we knew that together, we could face any challenge that lay ahead, hand in hand, and heart to heart.

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.

On my wrist, silver marks glowed. On his wrist, the same marks burned. We stared at each other, breathless. The truth settled heavy between us. The moon was not done. And neither were we.

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The moon seemed to pulse with light. Silver and white and just a hint of blue. It bathed everything in its glow, making the world below look soft and dreamlike. “It’s perfect,” I whispered. “I thought you might like it.” Kael’s voice was soft. “The Moon Goddess blessed our union. I thought you should get to see her gift up close.” I reached out without thinking. My hand stretched toward the moon, fingers spread wide like I could actually touch it.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.