White Moon The English Novels & Stories

The moon was not full tonight, but the waxing gibbous moon pulled strongly on both Bjorn and Chelsea. Bjorn felt antsy, unable to sit still and pacing the cottage’s main sitting room. His muscles twitched, blood bouncing through his veins, in need of an energy release. He felt like going for a run, a fast run. Chelsea was a whole different matter. Her normally long, flowing dark curls were wild as if she hadn’t brushed her hair in a week. But she was panting like a dog, as if she was unable to catch her breath.

The White wolf bled, it's a night when the world stood still: The wind dared not whisper, the ancient pines of Cliffwood seemed frozen. No one moved, no creature crawled, even the moon , hung frozen in the sky. At the centre stood Amelia, the Alpha of the Cliffwood pack, the last of the white wolf dynasty. Her silver hair flowed wildly down her back, streaked with crimson, her eyes, a glowing gold like flame in the darkness. At her feet lay the aftermath of a bloody war…bodies of rebels, rogue wolves littered the ground and their blood which cannot be touched by anyone.

Waiting. Above the broken tree line, the moon had risen. Bone-white and too full, hanging low and wide in the ash-colored sky. The Bone Moon. It glared through twisted branches like an eye that had seen too much, then stopped judging. Cold. Eternal. Familiar. Its light caught the ragged edges of the ridge and silvered them. The stones around us cast no shadows, like even they were afraid to interrupt the stillness. Smoke curled from the remains of the fire, thin and pale as old ghosts.

"Oh, okay." After an hour of walking, Gloria and I arrived at a wide clearing area. Stopping under the shadow of a tree, I held my breath. As I gazed ahead, a grand expanse of towering fortress walls came into view, accompanied by a colossal gateway guarded by some men on each side. "Here we are," I whispered, "This is White Moon."

She was beginning to feel like it may surge out of her at any moment. Adam could see her now, and his eyes locked on her. As soon as they did several more wolves made their way out of the woods and began to surround her. Amaris stepped further forward now, knowing that there was no reason to hide now that they knew where she was. As soon as she was in the clearing she was out in the full moon light. She could feel a tingling sensation through her fur. She suddenly felt at peace, even though Gran was still captive and so were the four wolves. She knew she had to get them free and get out of here. She was now surrounded. Two of the wolves were trying to slip in closer. Amaris saw them and grow

It was Mimosa, one of Freya's loyal maidens, and she carried news that would shatter the peaceful atmosphere. "Mistress Freya," Mimosa whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "I bring grave tidings. The White Moon's pack is planning to wage war against our Dark Moon's pack." Freya's eyes snapped open, confusion clouding her features. "The White Moon's pack? What do you mean?" Mimosa took a step closer, her eyes filled with concern. "They are a demonic and evil clan, Mistress. They have been terrorizing our innocent pack, bringing nothing but pain and suffering. We must defend our family against their wickedness."

A sudden, unnatural ice-cold chill swept across the clearing, turning everyone's breath into thick white plumes of mist. "What is happening?" Amora whispered, her White Dire Wolf senses screaming a frantic warning. Duncan snapped his head upward, his silver-grey eyes widening in shock. "Look at the moon." Amora and the rest of the pack looked up at the sky. The great, silver full moon, which had been shining brightly just moments ago, was being consumed by a rapid, unnatural eclipse. A thick, ink-black shadow crawled across the glowing sphere. But instead of turning dark, the light that bled out from behind the shadow was a deep, terrifying, violent crimson.

Phoebe My blood boiled in anger when I locked my gaze on the full moon that was obscured by white puffy clouds outside my window. In no time, the clouds will disperse from the Moon, revealing a powerful naked Moon, shining in all its glory as all wolves would be connected to the Moon goddess. And by midnight, I would be howling like a shameless bitch alone in the woods after shifting and running. Except I wasn't alone, my subjects would be howling alongside me.

Brass Knuckles Mike May 2013 A Werewolf in London, 1599 What dew so sweet On the morning willow grows And the blood runs true deep Alas the body overthrows Pray thee to gaze Lay waste to the east Upon western glades Resounds, the bay of the beast In mortal coil On cracked earth resign The body transform Lay return to the mind And in provincial mist Walk thee twixt the cold Eyes upon skin And tattered remnants of clothes And speaketh no name But pray eat and sleep And rest now anon A fortnight defeat For liketh the moonrise Three days a month full Give rise, hounds of hell Ne're the sunrise to cull Continue reading... — The End — 

Amelia’s resolve was a fierce, living energy, a sharp, uncontained force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The full moon was a raw, merciless eye, unblinking as it watched Amelia stand in the clearing. Gabriel and Lucas were wild shadows beside her, filled with the fierce, bright energy of wolves and risk and an uncertain future. The wind was a sharp, cutting thing that wrapped around them with the unyielding intensity of a curse that might not break. Amelia wore a robe that snapped and twisted around her with a brittle, uncontained light. The medallion at her throat pulsed in rhythm with the moon. Her presence was a vivid, living force that demanded sacrifice.