White Moon The English Novels & Stories

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.

"Come back baby, we are just getting started!" "Come on Anathi, you scared? I won't tell anybody! " I heard his voice echo as I hid in the field. I was afraid of going in deeper because I did not know where the fields ended or what was on the other side. He did not seem to give up on searching for me either. The moon was almost up and it would be another night, a full moon where I wouldn't get to transform. I ended up giving up, after all I was far away from home, there were no rides on the road we had taken so I couldn't hitch hike. He was my only ride so I went back.

I instructed as I waved its reins. Red began to gallop out of the Packhouse territory and Kael caught up with me. We rode in silence but it was a comfortable one. We had now entered the woods and were riding east, toward the sunrise. Mother had told me that Tabitha owned a cottage at the edge of White Moon. For some reason, she had retreated to a secluded area and lived alone. I threw a glance at Kael. He must have sensed it so he looked at me too. I widened my eyes at first, seeing as I had been caught by him. Then I relaxed and decided to do something risky.

Moana’s POV The morning sun did not bring warmth to the Blackthorn Valley, but it brought clarity. The pale, winter light spilled over the high stone battlements, illuminating the sheer scale of the devastation. The air was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, metallic crunch of shovels breaking through frost-bitten earth and the low, collective murmur of a pack trying to piece itself back together.

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

The music and laughter were still echoing in my ears, but at least I was getting out of there. I walked through the quiet corridors of the pack house, the only sound being the soft padding of my feet on the stone floor. Finally, I arrived at a small door that led out into the night. As I stepped outside, I was hit with the cool night air. The moon was full overhead, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. But as I looked around, I realized that something was off. The air was charged with a strange, electric energy. And then, I saw him. Kaidën was standing a short distance away, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. His body was tense, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he struggl

The council chamber of the Moonrise pack was no stranger to tension, but today the air was thick with something far more intense. A biting wind howled outside, rattling the leaded windows, and snow seemed to be just beyond the horizon, ready to blanket the world in white. Inside, the cold sunlight slanted across the polished stone table, casting long shadows on the grim faces of the assembled alphas and elders.

Night fell and everyone in the house was in her room, the moon prevailed with all her they shine in the sky, the wolves look at it with illusion feeling the breeze of the wind, only one lobe the white man breaks up with him, he looks in another direction, his red eyes fixed on a window, wherever a woman smoothed his hair at every movement of his brush, marveling at that spectacle awaits in silence, the moon as focus giving a subtle magical glow one only for that white lobe. Madeleine couldn't stop thinking about Alexter; she wanted to understand why he lives in isolation like this, to know that he passed with the man she knew... Do you intend to tame the beast? Madeleine has lost her breath,

The mark had spread now curling down her throat, shimmering like molten silver. “They’re heading for Hollow Fen,” Garrick wheezed. “Took the cliff path.” “That’s two hours ahead of us,” I muttered. Morwenna closed her eyes, and her breath came shallow. Then the air around her crackled. “Hold my hand,” she said. I didn’t hesitate. She whispered something in a language I didn’t know... celestial maybe and the forest warped. For a heartbeat, the world shattered and rebuilt itself. And when it settled, we were standing on stone, crumbling, moss-covered and the wind carried the scent of fire and wolves.