Wolf On Moon Novels & Stories

“Thanks.” Fiona smiled at me. “Sorry, dear but it’s true.” She slapped her knee. “This might be a little over your head but let’s try it. You understand that wolves get power from the moon or your moon goddess. So when the full moon is out, you feel more powerful than usual.” Nodding, I waited for her to continue.

“Yes, and not just one, but three alpha wolves that are related by blood. This marking ritual is supposed to cleanse the Wolf less and make them fit among normal Werewolves, as it is their redemption and a sign that the moon goddess had finally lifted her curse on the Wolf less.” “What the hell? This is the most ridiculous prophecy I've ever heard.” “And this is the same reason the prophecy isn't talked about today. Do you understand why now?”

"Fascinating! And how do you honor the moon in your clan?" I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. "During the full moon, we gather in a sacred clearing and perform a dance beneath its radiant light. It's a way for us to connect with the lunar energy, to feel the pulse of our wolf selves. The dance is accompanied by ancient chants that echo through the night, reverberating with the power of our kind." Leila's curiosity sparked a lively discussion, drawing the attention of other werewolves nearby. They shared their own traditions, their voices blending harmoniously in the night air.

At ten I was busy at the library reading books. “Won’t you like to know how it feels to have magic coursing through your skin? Ever wondered how it feels to feel magic in your breath, taste it with your tongue? Just like you could easily tell those wolves had a dark energy emanating from them… that’s one of the many ways it works.” “More than anything.” I replied eagerly. She smiled at me and then turned to face the full moon. “Have you ever howled before?” she asked. “I think so.” I thought about it for a while. “Probably when I was five …with my dad. The memory is a little blurry.” I replied.

Maybe I should tell my mistress what I saw. But how did I do that without explaining how and why I was in that part of the woods at that time? After careful thought, I decided that it was best to keep my mouth shut. It was a full moon night. Werewolves and other Moon creatures liked to roam the forest at this time. The Autumn wolves were doing just. They happened to spot Luna Keira and were fascinated by her beauty and grace, so they couldn't help but stare. That was it. No reason to worry. They didn't come to spy.

With gritted teeth and a cold gaze, his eyes shone a crimson red color and in the next instant, he was standing before the attackers. With just a punch, the one who had shot at him was sent flying several meters away and didn’t rise again. Madison just sat there with shock on her face. Her eyes stared at the back of the young man a distance away from her. Soon, he got to where she sat, and swooping her up, he began to run amidst howls behind them. Wolves? That was the first thought that Madison had as soon as she heard wolf howls. She was utterly confused as to how possible was it that a wolf could be found in such a city, not to talk of the numerous howls she heard just now.

I stand up and try to come closer to him as I hear him softly murmur, “I don’t feel so good.” As I take slow steps to get closer to him, my knees buckle and I fall to the ground and mutter, “Oh no.” He asks with his voice laced with worry and concern, “What’s wrong?” I ask, “Is tonight a full moon?” He responds with a raspy voice, “The opposite, it’s a new moon.” My lower lip trembles as the pain rushes through my body. I ask softly, “Do wolves shift on a new moon?” “Um no, the only times wolves shift for the first time and it’s not a full moon is if like something traumatic happened.”

Jake sat in his truck watching the house where his mate lived. The girl appeared to live there alone with an elderly woman. Both smelled like wolves, though there was something different about their scent. It was almost like that of a young one who was on the verge of finding their wolf but had not yet turned. That couldn’t be the reason though, they were both well past the age… or did neither of them know they were werewolves? Could that happen? Wouldn’t they just change anyways during a full moon? Certainly, during a wolf moon, the goddess would have changed them at least that one night of the year.

"It's like a dance between the wolves and the moon. Tell me, Sebastian, what happens during this wondrous event?" His eyes sparkled with the knowledge of ages, as he continued to weave this enchanting narrative. "During the Festival of Luna," he explained, "the wolves gather in a sacred clearing, a place bathed in moonlight where the veil between our world and the realm of the Moon Goddess is thin. As a unified chorus, they sing their howls to the moon, a harmonious symphony that carries their hopes, dreams, and deepest gratitude." The image of the pack, their howls rising like a celestial chorus, painted a breathtaking picture in my mind. "It sounds like a spiritual communion," I whispered,

She asked and we nodded. After she left, Caius heaved out loudly. "We should bathe and go see her." Owen nodded in agreement so we all agreed to meet up again in thirty minutes. As much as Luna Allison can comfort our wolf, Sophia's presence would be more beneficial for us. Our wolf recognizes Luna Allison but it is more loyal and submissive to Sophia. Alexios should be on his way already, he had said he is going to rush up and take a bath, so we would be joining the two.