Wolf On Moon Novels & Stories

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

She marveled at the bond that had formed between them, one that transcended language and was rooted in something deeper and more profound. The wolf snuggled in her arms, emitting a contented rumbling sound. They sat silently, absorbing the peaceful atmosphere. The moonlight outside was shimmering, and Celeste suddenly noticed the clouds encircling the moon had thinned out, intensifying the brightness of the light. She looked down and saw the wolf fixated on the window as if captivated by the moon's allure. She wondered if the brighter moonlight would unleash his primal instincts, but the wolf remained peaceful and quiet.

The moon at its fullness readily shone on mountain Gaza. The whooshing whispers of the wind tore into every part of it. The mountain was readily situated at the center of five wolf kingdoms ; Azra, Ezra, Nitra , Yarna and Baduk. For every other night, it would have a lovely sight to behold the parts of the five kingdoms from the peak . But tonight, the case was totally different. The tension was high and uncertainty was the mood . Duncan , the alpha king of the most powerful kingdom, Azra, had begun a quest that was long buried. A quest to bring every other kingdom under his rule.

Wolves across the clearing raised their heads, their voices caught between howls and silence, for the instinct to answer the moon was clashing with the terror of its faltering glow. Kaela gripped her blade tighter, her knuckles white, and whispered, “If the moon dies, then so do we.” And though no one answered her, every wolf in the clearing knew the truth of it, and every heart carried the same unspoken fear.

Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow. She stood taller than any ordinary wolf, her shoulders wide and powerful, her breath fogging in the cold night air. Her growl rumbled through the trees like thunder.

The moonlight cast long shadows across his body, accentuating the sharp lines of his face and the taut muscles of his arms. As he stood there, the questions swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, refusing to let him rest. Was it an anomaly, a freak occurrence triggered by the stress of the moment? Or was there something more to it, something his wolf had sensed that he hadn't? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

She understood what I meant to a certain point. “Do you mean like…if you could see your loved ones again ?” I nodded. “Even if it was just for a moment. I just want to see her again. What if she was reincarnated into someone else?” “Are you trying to say you feel like she has become someone else?” Tess asked and I nodded slowly. I adjusted the collar of my black chiffon coat and scratched the back of my neck. The blood moon is a night when wolves turn into their wolf forms and the wolves get a free will to be stronger that day. It was said that some wolves are lucky enough to meet the moon goddess herself and I am keen on finding the moon goddess.

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.

I told her chuckling which caused her to giggle. "Well I was thinking about it last night, and I could be completely wrong, but maybe he senses your mate near by. There are three little Alpha girls in the packhouse right now that are all only three years old. You read the same book I did. The book said that Lunar's mate, your mate, would awaken thirteen years after Lunar did. So, you've had him for three years, and if your incredibly powerful blessed Lunar full moon wolf woke up when you were thirteen, then chances are his powerful mate blessed Lunar dark moon wolf would wake up when it's human counterpart is thirteen too, right? Maybe it's one of the little girls that are here and he can se