White Moon The English Novels & Stories

Elena's point of view. The night sky stretches above us, clear and vast, as we walk toward the heart of the pack’s land. The moon, though waning, still shines brightly, its surface a radiant white. Mom often says that a white moon urges us forward, a yellow moon calls us to reflect on the past, and a blue moon brings fortune. But a blood moon—well, she always said death follows a red moon. Her own mother passed away beneath one.

Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

I said, smiling. “It might be, but to the owners of Moonlight, it means more,” Althea replied softly. “Try this: imagine yourself in the dark. It’s hard to see right. But when the light of the moon shines down on you, everything becomes clear. It makes you see the path ahead. That’s the goal of Moonlight. It didn’t want anyone drinking them be confused if they are really red wine or wine. Whiskey or not. Isn’t that the reason why you like it? The reason you want to share its taste? Because no matter what you do, Moonlight will always taste like Moonlight.”

"You look stunning." My Mom greeted me with a smile when she noticed me looking at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a long silver gown with a high slit on my right legs. It's a v-neck dress so my cleavage is slightly visible. This gown looks good on me. It really emphasizes how sexy my body is. Even after I gave birth to Sky, nothing seems to have changed. I walked in front of the mirror again before I went out. They are all ready and I am the only one waiting. We left the house and got into the car. We didn't get stuck in traffic because it wasn't rush hour today.

“I do not even know what that means anymore.” “You are in White Moon,” she answered simply. “Do not try moving yet. You were out for two whole days.” White Moon. The name hit me like ice water. A place isolated. Ruled by laws that cut deeper than blades. I had clawed my way out of one hell, only to land inside another. My fingers twitched against the blanket. I turned my head slowly and caught my reflection in a cracked mirror. A streak of white cut through the black of my hair.

The night was too quiet. No wind. No breath in the trees. No crickets, no owl. Just the sharp, too-clean silence that came before something ancient woke. Emilia stood in the center of the Hollowborn clearing, barefoot, her skin dusted with ash. The moon hung low and swollen, red veining its edges like blood surfacing beneath frost. The Binding Moon. They whispered about it in the dreams she never spoke aloud. The night when the wolf within would offer her not just a crown—but a choice.

I looked down. Silver-white fur covered my body. My paws were enormous. My claws dug into the earth. I looked at my reflection in a small pool of water. A massive white wolf stared back at me. But my eyes were different. One was gold. The other was silver. I heard dozens of wolves gasp. The stranger fell to his knees. "The White Moon." Adrian took several steps backward. "No..." I looked at him. And somehow, without speaking, every wolf in the forest heard my voice.

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

Nichole I was only several centuries old when the first Blue Moon wolf was about to be born. A Blue Moon wolf is a rare and powerful being coveted by all. She will give her mate power beyond their wildest dreams. I am the first witch ever to walk this earth and the best friend of Selene, the Moon Goddess, the creator of the werewolves, children of the moon. Selene came to me before the first was born asking me to help her change their fate.

The world spun violently, then started to fade at the edges. I tried to crawl out of the shallows, fingers digging into wet sand and pebbles, but my arms wouldn’t hold me. Blood trickled down my temple, warm against the freezing water. Crystal’s voice was distant now, fading. "Nova… hold on…" My vision blurred. The roar of the river grew softer, muffled, like I was sinking underwater even though I was on the bank. The last thing I saw before everything went black was the moon—bright, cold, indifferent—watching me from above the cliff I just fallen from.