White Moon The English Novels & Stories

In the darkness of night, where the moon shone as bright as it could, ran the White Wolf into the deep forest. Paws thudding against the wet soil, she whipped past the familiar trees cutting through the sharp wind. These little moments of freedom were what she was always hungry for. Others had heard about her, but none had seen her. It was as if she was nonexistent and just a part of a tale. They had heard about her beauty and the gift she possessed. A gift so unreal that it could make or break one's future.

Adan When everyone was seated, I took a moment to tell them what had happened at the Snow Warrior Pack, and everyone gasped. “You have a right to know.” I sighed. “The Blood Moon is tomorrow, and the preparations can’t wait. Men, lock up your daughters, wives, and Mates. As you all know, every unmated wolf will be in heat during the three days of the Blood Moon. It’s our Mating Ritual and those eligible are free to indulge, but I don’t want there to be any mistakes. During the Blood Moon, wolves are delirious with want and need and will take any unmated wolf they see, so protect your families.” I looked over the Pack. “Those of you with cottages in the village, make sure every house is secur

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

She started making fun of me because of my unsuccessful attempts to speak. She got up from the ground and began to move away. I grabbed her hand and gave her a confused look. She gave me a reassuring smile and something forced me to let go of her hand and that's what I did. She had her back turned to me, but suddenly she faced me. She gave me a quick nod, then she moved. I thought I would see her wolf with silver fur, but to my surprise, that was not what I saw. Her fur was pure white, but she had blue spirals all over her body and she was breathtaking.

(Isla’s POV) The moon hung low over Crescent Valley, silver and watchful, casting pale light over the estate grounds. From the balcony outside my chambers, the valley looked calm forests whispering in the wind, torches flickering along stone paths, guards moving like shadows at the gates. Peaceful. But it was a lie. The air felt charged, thick with something waiting to break. Lyra paced restlessly beneath my skin. He’s close, she murmured. I didn’t need the reminder. The mate bond had been pulsing all evening not weak, not fading.

'MATE! And there she is, the most breathtakingly gorgeous wolf. She is platinum-white in colour. Her lavender eyes were practically glowing and the beautiful silver crown with shining lavender stone adorned her head. "Warrior Moon..." Dave's breathless voice broke the pin-dropped silence and a few things happened in the next second. "No-No! It can't be..." Nicholas choked in his breath, caught in the shocking situation and the Warrior Moon ran toward them. With a high jump, she passed the Shining Rolls Royce and disappeared into the jungle, leaving both men in bewilderment...

Felicia The next night when Gregor left for the night I stayed up. I sat in the dark by the window and waited. The moon was nearly full and the night was clear, so I could see the valley floor well. I wanted another glimpse at the red wolf or any of his companions. But the night was silent except for the insects that chirped in the grass and the trees. The moon wasps were out, trying to harvest as much nectar as possible before winter. Their bioluminescent blue glow blinked off and on throughout the undergrowth. Several night-blooming flowers grew in the valley. Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would ki

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

“Don’t you dare leave me.” Damien staggered closer, horror etched across his face. His lips moved, whispering something like a prayer, but no words made sense. Kade slammed into the wall with his fists, his massive frame trembling, a snarl caught between grief and rage. His howl tore through the chamber, shaking stone loose from the ceiling. Lucien looked up, eyes burning red with fury and despair. “The bite,” he rasped. “Full White Moon… It’s fatal.” Damien swallowed, his jaw clenched tight. “There’s no cure. No spell. No blood.” His hands trembled as he balled them into fists. “A White Moon wolf bite means death.”

The White Tide crown. The man extended one hand toward me. Your grandmother saved your life, but she stole your kingdom. Raiken stepped into his path. She has no need of another crown. The stranger’s gaze shifted between us. You think this is about ruling? The blank door widened behind him. Cold wind swept through the chamber. Beyond it stretched a frozen shoreline beneath a white moon. Thousands of pale wolves stood across the ice. Each one lowered its head. The sound of their breathing filled the room. The white wolf inside me surged forward.