Wolf And The Moon Novels & Stories

Rain's mind wondered to the stories of his people and how they originally worked with the covens. There was a time long ago when witches and wolves worked together, witches would sometimes even find themselves mated to wolves through a gift of the moon goddess. But, one of those matings went wrong long ago. A witch named Aster and an alpha from the blood moon pack had become fated mates. But, the witch was sterile and could not have any pups for the alpha.

, he explained and I nodded. We turned back to Serena, eager to hear what she had to say. I also wanted to know that reason I was like this. "She's a part of something bigger. Something the whole of the wolf world has been anticipating", she took a pause after that and it was obvious that everyone wanted to hear what she had to say. "You're the moon wolf, Lola. You're the wolf with the power of the moon goddess", Serena said and gasps were heard around the room, even Adrian was shocked.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

Owen asked his mouth opened and eyes budged. Alexios nodded. He had heard it clearly "Mate" His wolf had called out to her. "Then what are we doing here. Let's go meet her. I am curious about her." Owen was the most excited as his job as the next pack Gamma is to serve the Luna as her left-hand man. While she has her mate as her right-hand man, the Gamma is the one the Luna should be able to confide in the most. The one whose the Luna's safety comes top priority.

Leo was grinning, batting at a stray droplet of water that had escaped a canteen, watching it wobble like a translucent jellyfish. But it was Luna who caught my breath. Her hair, as white as mine, fanned out around her head like a halo of silk. Her eyes weren't on the Earth, and they weren't on the cabin. She was staring fixedly at the Moon—the glowing, jagged crescent that loomed ahead of us like a curved ivory blade. "It’s calling," Luna whispered. Her voice had that hollow, rhythmic quality that usually preceded one of her prophecies. "The Great White Wolf isn't on the Moon, Mama. She is the Moon. And she’s angry that the metal-men are crawling on her skin."

I would give her the moon if she asked me. That thought reminded me of a story my first mate told me when we were newly mated. The wolf was in love with a human and she told him she would become his if he gave her the moon. He searched the world and found a lake where the moon was huge and touched the water. The wolf told the moon about his love, but the moon just laughed at him and disappeared when the day broke. The second night when the moon appeared just above the lake, the wolf pleaded with him, but the moon just laughed at him and disappeared as soon as day broke. On the third night, the wolf was ready for the moon. He had spent the entire day setting a trap and when the moon started t

As some gentle rays of moonlight seemed to show him the road he usually took to patrol, suddenly, a smell made him stop on his track. A gentle breeze blew, chasing away the dark clouds trying to hide the full moon. The soothing light revealed the majestic figure. A massive wolf was there, and his fur was as dark as night with a silver crescent turned downward on his forehead. Fiery red eyes seemed to glaze at the moon, silently asking the round celestial body if that smell was a dream or not.

"I’ve never heard of that kind of wolf before." Valarie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned and walked toward a velvet couch placed near the fireplace. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each step was choreographed by wisdom and time. "Sit down," she said gently, pulling a thick, leather-bound book from a shelf. The cover was embossed with silver runes that shimmered faintly under the library’s soft lighting. "Moon Wolves are rare—rarer than Lycans, rarer than the Supreme Alphas. In fact, only two have ever existed... and both belonged to the Paleframe bloodline."

She said to her, her eyes boring into Celia's with desperation. Celia nodded her head, "Y...yes, I can't do this. Yes, I can." She mutters calmly, mustering all the strength she had left to save herself and her child. **** The Redmoon pack were dark wolves with blood red eyes while the Silvermoon packs were brown wolves with greyish eyes that glittered under the moonlight. A half dead dark wolf laid still on the ground, changing into its human form as he was too weak to remain in its wolf form. Hovering over him was a satisfied wolf, who smirked proudly before walking off.

It did not attack, it simply stood there, staring at him with its glowing red eyes. And then, something even more unexpected happened. The wolf began to speak, its voice deep and rumbling. "Alpha Wade," it said, "I have come to warn you of a great danger that is coming to the pack. A curse has been placed upon the moon, and it will bring death and destruction to all who are touched by its light. You must find a way to break the curse, or all will be lost." Alpha Wade was stunned by the wolf's words. He had never heard of a curse placed on the moon, and he had no idea how to break it. He stared at the creature, his mind racing. "Who are you?" he asked. "And why have you come to me?"