Winter X Moon 소설 & 이야기

"You and Xavier are the firstborn children of pureblood Alphas and Lunas, which adds to the rarity. Even if you both grow old, you will eventually meet Xavier, and your wolf is emerging from its hiding place, but it is weak." She started to say, "But..." but was cut off. The Moon Goddess had to make her understand how these things work. "She needs Xavier's wolf to fix her, and you need to let him fix her; otherwise, you might lose her for her good." "She has been hurt severely, especially when you rejected her while she was in the hands of your captives. She almost felt rejected and only stayed when she saw some of what you had been going through." She nodded, her eyes watering because she w

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

It had been almost ten hours since I sent out the mission, yet I had received no response. The reason I was at the hut was because of Winter. Damien and Daniel planned to attack the Moonstone pack again, but Winter posed a more significant threat to everyone than the seer who had rescued them. I learned from the sorcerer that Winter was part of the "aura circle," She was the seventh power wielder after Luna Ashley lost hers during childbirth. The aura circle consisted of powerful women with a Crescent moon-shaped mark on their collarbone, signifying that the goddess blessed them and it originated from Luna Ashley's household. I didn't care how the blessing came to be; I only wanted to know h

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

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.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

It was a pathetic thought to realize that a werewolf as tough as Tenny would have hurt feelings. “Tenny, do you ever watch this Meal Network channel?” His question was followed by silence. He imagined that Tenny was trying to figure out where this conversation was headed with such a drastic change of conversation. “Uh, sometimes…” Tenny sounded puzzled. “Who is this tiny little blonde woman on here?” Santiago asked as he watched her adjust an apron around her waist and then smooth her hands down her abdomen and upper legs to press out the wrinkles. He was actually getting turned on while watching a cooking show. Perhaps he was the pathetic one and not Tenny.

And delicious. Maybe it was deliciously delirious. Sasha was still whispering to herself when she realized she was no longer in the barn. She blinked, drinking in the details of her surroundings: the glass ceiling, the lavish bed, and the roaring fireplace. Indeed, Fire Moon Pack may be the Pack of Flames but they were situated near the Verdean Forest, the very heart of coldness in all of Westfall. That’s why their pack is cold too, even when winter is now leaving. Perhaps the chilling secrets of the mysterious forest has stretched itself as far as their packlands, dropping the temperature into a cold that can make anyone immensely shiver.

The moon hung high in the obsidian sky, casting an ethereal glow over the dark forest. Shadows danced along the gnarled branches, whispering secrets only the night could hold. The scent of damp earth and distant pine lingered, blending with the crisp chill of approaching winter. Selene’s silver eyes narrowed as she prowled through the dense undergrowth, every movement precise and predatory. Her leather bodysuit, sleek and unforgiving, accentuated the lethal curves of her body, laced with silver threads that glimmered faintly under the moonlight. She could feel the primal thrum of power pulsing through her veins, a reminder of her bond to the Moonborn and the strength she wielded.