Winter Moon Novels & Stories

Touched her face with fingers that were cold and warm at once. “You are Queen of Two Moons,” Selene said. “But that was never the end. It was the test.” Luna looked up. “Test for what?” Selene smiled. Sad. Proud. “For the third moon.” The sky cracked again. The fourth moon, silver, pulsed once and vanished. In its place, a new moon rose. Not silver. Not red. Black. With a silver ring around it. Like an eclipse frozen. “The Third Moon,” Selene said. “The moon of balance. The moon of endings and beginnings. It rises when a queen chooses all wolves, not just her own.”

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

And I have to let them. Wren nodded. Luan looked at her hands. At the grey skin. At the scars. Then I find another way. There is no other way. Then I make one. She stood up. She walked outside. The moon was high. Full in five days. She looked at the sky. I'm not letting anyone else die for me, she said. The moon did not answer. But the wolf did. It howled. And somewhere in the darkness, something howled back.

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.

Arnold, a male out of the two men countered the words of Thyra with a scoff. "And you must accept you know nothing about them. They are special. Nothing like any species I have seen or read about." Thyra snapped with a sneer. "Don't you know that this is the second time there's going to be a full moon in the same month? Not only is it a double full moon, but a full moon appears on the first day of winter. This is the biggest winter moon that will happen in over a decade now." "Winter moon, winter moon," Arnold said in a sing-song voice. "I can barely count how many times I've heard that today. I'm

When Nathalia dared to ask the question, her eyes widened in shock. "Is she?" she enquired of the Moon Goddess. "Yes, my dear child, you are going through what is known as "the rebirth," which is a circle of a ready wolf. Very few wolves go through this, and any that do are unquestionably great wolves who are developing grace. Few wolves have survived the kind of trauma you have endured, and if you had lost your wolf, you would have experienced the same anguish as when your kidnappers held you captive. However, since you survived, she will fully return.

Their bond was unbreakable, and as they celebrated beneath the full moon, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation for the future. As Luna looked up at the radiant moon, she whispered a silent promise to protect her pack and her unborn child. The Nampa forest, with its ancient trees and mystical secrets, held both challenges and wonders, and Luna was ready to face them all with courage, wisdom, and the love of her pack by her side.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

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.