Wolf On Moon Novels & Stories

fought the urge to resist the touch of the moon, the urge to transform into her beast because she wanted me to come out alive and healthy. Never had it ever happened amongst our kind that one gave birth to a child in its human form while she in her wolf form. I have heard of these stories. They were a legend. The children would die at birth. It would be a traumatic event both for the mother and child. Probably for the onlookers as well. Lore had it on the night of my birth, my father was nervous, he paced about the front porch of our home ín a fit, while the midwife did her job. It was a long and excruciating birth for my mother. First there was happiness and laughter as my father held me i

But it feels like a silence fell. I straighten. My gut cramps. My wolf is a dark outline behind glass as thick as blocks of ice. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean.” “You’ve seen my wolf.” Once a year or so, Moon Lake and Quarry Pack will run together under a full moon, mostly as an excuse to see some different folks naked. Killian nods. “Yeah.” My wolf is bigger than any other in Moon Lake. He can track. Fight. Lead. “So what’s wrong with my wolf?” I dare him to say it. Define it. Because I sure as hell can’t.

it was more of a statement than a question. “Your dad and I didn’t mention it to anyone. We wanted to give you space since that was what you came here for,” she told me as she glanced at the moon. “There’s something I want to confirm,” she continued as she looked back at me. “The moon is full tonight.” According to folklore, if a mother wolf stood under a full moon with her back bare, a crescent moon mark would appear at the top right corner of their backs. “Mom!” I exclaimed. “I am not the mother wolf. It hasn’t been a millennium yet.”

he says the word with contempt, and I lose the war with holding in a less nervous giggle. “We have something far more important. Most supernatural creatures do. For us, the Moon Goddess bestows every wolf a fated mate. It’s the other half of our soul. The person you can’t live without. Most wolves are mated to other wolves, but a mate can be any other living soul,” he says, his voice filled with a sadness, longing, and vulnerability I don’t understand. “I was given my mate a long time ago,” he begins, and just when I think he won’t say more, he continues.

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

But unfortunately, in wolf society, patience is definitely a virtue even in the more fast and loose of packs like my own. The night went on and soon the room was full of blood moons and silver moons— a sight I thought I’d never seen in my lifetime, especially sitting at the front table next to my Luna, watching it all. The more people that showed up, the more nervous I got. But surprisingly, Raven was unusually calm, as if she had nerves of steel. Though I supposed you had to living with Leopold. The time came to announce our engagement, and I’d taken Raven’s gloved hand in mind. “You ready?” I asked.

“I am not lying. We are unaware of any Moon Wolf. She is not in our pack that we are aware of. I don’t even know what to look for, how would I know if she is the Moon Wolf?” I scan the area, looking for Aaron, but he still isn’t visible. I look up to see the rouge leader scratching at his scruffy beard as though he is in deep thought. “You wouldn’t be able to miss her. Once in wolf form, she is solid white, and glows like the rays of the moon. She holds immense power, and when she mates, she will give her mate power as well. There’s no point hiding her from us, we will find her, and the Dark Alpha will mate her.”

Ethan, fueled by the desire to protect his pack, stood shoulder to shoulder with the warriors, leading by example. As the moon hung high in the night sky, the fate of the Red Moon Pack hung in the balance. The battle lines were drawn, and the clash between wolves and vampires intensified, a crescendo of conflict echoing through the ancient forest. The moon, a silent witness to the turmoil below, cast its glow upon the warriors who fought with a shared purpose—to defend their home and the bonds that bound them together.

“Alright, Luna. I’ll tell you what I can.” I flinch at the hearing of "Luna" it's still unreal to me. She takes a deep breath, her eyes distant as she begins to explain. “The full moon is a significant time for werewolves. Yunno, it’s when our connection to our wolf side is strongest. For those who are just coming into their power, it’s the night when they can truly awaken their inner wolf.” I frown, trying to wrap my head around it. “So, it’s like... a rite of passage or something?”

I exclaimed, realizing it was the New Year's full moon. During a blood moon, wolves became ten times more powerful and effective, marking the occasion for pups of age to experience their first shift. "I'm inviting my two friends, Tidwulf and Gonzolo, to come celebrate with us," he shared with enthusiasm. "Hmm." "Are you okay?" he asked, sensing something amiss. "Of course," I smiled, concealing my worries. As the blood moon approached, so did the realization that another year passed without any signs of my wolf. The nagging question lingered, Am I really meant not to have one?