Wolf And The Moon Novels & Stories

“I’m here to observe and nothing more.” A younger wolf moved behind her and looked at me for a second before looking away. Another shifted a step to the side, widening the circle without saying why. It happened again a moment later—small adjustments, easy to deny but hard to miss. “Am I disrupting something?” I asked. “No,” Selira replied too quickly. “The Moon has no interest in humans.” “Then why does everyone look like it does?” One of the elders cleared his throat. “It is not our way for your kind to stand under a full rising.”

The song Corbin sag depicted the tale of the love between a wolf and the moon. Everyone was entranced by his beautiful voice that told them of the forbidden love. Never in their wildest imaginations did they think something so beautiful existed, how werewolves came to be and how the very first wolf fought a bear trying to protect its pack only to be injured so badly and just as it thought it died it awoke the next night healed. Tears fell from many of the pack members’ eyes and glistened in the moonlight. Some even looked up to the moon that shone down on them and smiled. Their Moon Goddess was truly something out of this world.

The once-peaceful lands were filled with death, and the Golden Wolf itself was tormented by its own uncontrollable strength. Then, the legend goes, the Golden Wolf discovered that by facing the moon at night, its violent urges would ease during the day. And on full moon nights, it could find some peace, as if the moonlight itself calmed its raging blood. The moon was home to the Moon Goddess, who would release the healing power of moonlight every night to mend the wounds inflicted on the earth during the day. When the moon was full, she’d bless all living things on earth. The Golden Wolf, drawn to this soothing light, began to fall in love with the Moon Goddess, who was the only one who coul

Moonlight was shining above, lighting the man’s features that looked more beautiful in the dark with his sharp features; he looked devilishly handsome. As Asteria retracted her gaze from the man’s face, the sound of howling wolves suddenly caused her skin to crawl. Her heart sank as she thought of the possibility something incredibly dangerous living in this area that no other wild animals dared to enter was waking up. Did it come for her already? Asteria bit her lip, and she looked at the man. Should she run away now? The howling wolves seemed to be in a hurry as they sounded louder, showing that they were getting near.

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

"The moon sees more than you know Supreme Alpha. This is only the beginning." Riven turned away jaw clenched refusing to let the bond show on his face. But inside his wolf howled torn between rage and an undeniable draw. The executioner's moon had not brought justice tonight. It had brought chaos. And as the first cracks formed in his rule Riven knew the real fight had just started.

Damn it. I’d promised her she’d be safe, and I meant it. But the universe seemed hellbent on testing my limits. The wolves who patrolled the borders knew better than to send out a warning unless it was bad. Real bad. The moonlight sliced through the canopy above, its silver glow illuminating my path. I wasn’t dressed for a fight—half of my buttons were undone thanks to Jane’s impatient hands—but I didn’t have time to fix that. Her hands. Her lips.

she whispered, her voice echoing in her mind. The small white wolf nodded, its presence radiant and reassuring. "You have the power within you, child of the moon. Embrace it, wield it with courage, and you will find your way through the darkness." With those words, the wolf's form began to fade, its light merging with the ambient glow in the room. Mara's heart felt lighter, her spirit fortified by this encounter. As the room returned to its previous darkness, she knew that she was no longer alone. The moon's blessings and the guidance of the guardian wolf would be her companions in the journey ahead.

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

I knew these wolves. "Elder?" Theo said with a frown, confirming what I already knew. The male shifted, followed by his other two friends. "We found them hiding on our lands," said my Gamma. "These are members of the Spring Moon." One of them looked up at me and croaked, "The sick Luna. We can't be near her, not on such a night. She could go crazy and command us to do things. Impossible things! She could harm us, Alpha Nox. She loses control on nights like these. It's dangerous to be anywhere near her."