Winter Moon Novels & Stories

“I...I hate to even think about what those poor people went through.” “And those poor innocent women burned at the stakes,” Liam reminded his father. Burning some unjust, old, angry white men didn’t mean anything to Liam. They had hurt people, they deserved what they got. Lily didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve any of it. She was an angel in disguise, a woman with no evil in her body, and now she was burning at the invisible stake. Liam had to save her. “Okay, so you convinced the witches,” Liam pressed. “Then what?”

I looked at Lunaya and she started back at me. “Does it?” I asked her, “I... I don’t know. It could be. I have never been able to decipher that part. But it makes sense that it is speaking of a place” she answered with a half nod. “There is no other pack that references the three phases of the moon. There is of course Crescent Wolf and Waning Wolf, but they only name one part of the cycle. Tri-Moon names all three. It would make a lot of sense” Roe said to Lunaya and myself.

Even though those soft mattresses touched her back, a small frown appeared on her forehead that indicated the pain she felt even in her slumber. Iris was sleeping on her back almost after two days. But those caressing of Leonard was something that she had never felt before. Leonard was gazing at her figure thoroughly. It took everything in him to control his wolf or desires to rip off that damn thin sheet and claim her body, mind soul the way he wanted. His wolf was growling to come out and mark her but he was restraining himself and Lycan from doing such things. Marking is a way to do serious and sacred things in the werewolf community. And he couldn't believe that Moon Goddess would choose

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

I awoke abruptly, the moon's ethereal glow filtering through the window of the cabin. The room was bathed in a soft, silvery light, casting intricate patterns on the walls. A glance at the time told me it was midnight, and a familiar sense of anticipation tingled in the air. Cautiously, I stepped outside, the cold night air sending a shiver down my spine. The moon hung in the sky, full and luminous, its radiance illuminating the landscape. It was a sight to behold, both captivating and haunting.

Amy The full moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow through the window of my apartment. Elias and I stand together, the anticipation building as midnight approaches. "I've always wondered if this is when you turn into a wolf," I say, half-jokingly, but there's something in my wrds that hints at a truth beneath the surface. Elias chuckles, his eyes gleaming with understanding. "Not quite, but the urge is stronger around the full moon. Don't worry, though. I'm in control."

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.

However, midnight passed without a glimpse of the moon, and not a single member of the pack transformed into their wolf forms. Worry etched on their faces, a situation unprecedented for them. Yvonne felt a sense of delightful excitement seeing the concerned and disappointed expressions, especially on her father, Kayne, and his mother. As dawn approached, the exhausted wolves retreated to their packs. They had waited all night in vain for the moon, feeling overwhelmingly tired and sleepy. According to tradition, the marriage would have to wait until the next month when the moon reappeared. Yvonne chuckled, "Wait all you want, but you won't see the moon."

“Everything that defined her internal balance is gone. This is the result.” Her breathing stuttered again, her fingers curling weakly against the linen, her head shifting slightly as if caught between awareness and collapse. “This isn’t going to stop,” she said. Cedric’s voice came low. “Then what do we do?” There was a brief pause. Then… “The Moonwell.” Cedric’s gaze snapped toward her. “…How do you know about that?” “I know enough,” she said. “And I know this isn’t something that can be stabilized here. That well is tied to unfiltered lunar energy. It’s one of the only places that might force her system to realign enough to survive this.”