Wolf And The Moon Novels & Stories

“But people say he's cold.” As we kept talking, Evelyn started talking proudly about her wolf and how she had been training her wolf every week to become stronger. “Our wolves shifted together for the first time under the full moon when we were eighteen. I felt really happy to finally meet my wolf. It has grey fur, and it's so pretty,” she said happily. “But others have found their mates, and I still haven't found mine yet,” she sighed sadly. A familiar ache settled in my chest as she talked proudly about her wolf.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

“That’s impossible.” The wolf growled softly. The Moon does not lie.

Felicia The next night when Gregor left for the night I stayed up. I sat in the dark by the window and waited. The moon was nearly full and the night was clear, so I could see the valley floor well. I wanted another glimpse at the red wolf or any of his companions. But the night was silent except for the insects that chirped in the grass and the trees. The moon wasps were out, trying to harvest as much nectar as possible before winter. Their bioluminescent blue glow blinked off and on throughout the undergrowth. Several night-blooming flowers grew in the valley. Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would ki

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Her mouth moved but no words reached me, just the sickening gurgle of ruin. She stood atop a pile of corpses, her hands dripping. She held something—a seal, cracked and pulsing with dark light. As she raised it high, the sky split in two. Fire erupted. A great wolf fell from the heavens, its wings ablaze. It howled as it crashed through the trees, destroying everything. The forest screamed. The roots bled. I watched, frozen into place. Then I saw her. My mother. She was running through smoke, her face twisted in pain. She looked right at me.

Lanzetta so that I am not tempted to make a run for it. When I get out of the shower, I run the towel over my hair as my eyes land on the leather book Ben had asked about last night. "Moon Born Wolves of Alaska," I read the title out loud in a whisper, running my fingertips over its indentations. With a quick glance at the clock on Ben's side of the bed, there are more than four hours before I have to meet with Mrs. Lanzetta. Picking up the book, I flip to the first page and start reading. It starts with what I already know. The Alaskan wolves were said to be the first created by the moon goddess and were highly respected for their connection to divinity.

Some pack mates lay injured on the frost covered earth. My wolf stirred restlessly under my skin. I clenched my fists,torn between fear and an unfamiliar fiery determination. I couldn't stand back and watch my pack fall apart. No matter how much they despised me. I moved forward but immediately froze in place. From the shadows of the forest,the black wolf appeared ,his massive form radiating power and menace. His crimson eyes locked onto mine,pinning me in place. “Lea,”he growled, his voice echoing in my mind. “I’ve waited long enough”.

I gave him a questioning look and he spoke," wolf blood in large quantities is like poison for vampires. Doing something like that is suicide." I winced at the thought. Nothing had ever prepared me for exactly how horrid things dealing with fights could be. They always spoke, but most had never experienced it. Harvest Moon was known for being peaceful, and having had very few battles during it's history. Other than wiping out and enslaving my species apparently. "She's hungry," Julian spoke up, breaking me from my thoughts. He gave my hip a small squeeze and I squirmed. "Have you eaten yet?" Gerwulf laughed," are you trying to be nice and ask me to have dinner with you?"

I don't know why but the Moon Goddess is playing a really cruel joke or my life is finally falling together correctly. Rubbing my belly I softly hum. Losing track of time I sit there until the water is ice cold. Removing myself from the tub wrapping the towel around my naked body. I look in the mirror and I see the beautiful grey wolf howling at the moon. Cradled under the grey wolf is a chocolatey cover wolf who resembles me and howls in the opposite direction with a pup at their feet.