Wolf On Moon Novels & Stories

The forest explodes around us. They come out of the shadows in blurs of motion. Not animals. Not trained wolves either. Rogues. Their movements are jerky, hungry, and desperate, but fast too fast. Five of them. Surrounding us before I even take a full breath. Jaxon’s growl rips through the night, a sound that makes the hair rise on the back of my neck. Half human, half wolf, all Alpha. “Stay behind me.” My instincts scream to listen. To obey. But stubbornness surges hotter. I grab a fallen branch, wrapping both hands around it like it’s a sword.

The empty spaces where seven wolves once stood like a circle that couldn’t be broken. “They’re gone,” I say. “Gone how?” I think about that. About the moment the thread snapped. About the way everything just… stopped. “Unmade,” I answer. The word sits between us. Heavy. He studies me like he’s trying to see what that cost. I don’t help him. I don’t know how to explain something I barely understand myself. His gaze shifts upward. To the Moon. It’s still there. But it looks… farther. Smaller.

Chief Wolfpaw says as Cody and I gather wood and begin skinning the rabbits. The night is young, and seeing Cody again brings a warmness to my heart. The moon is at it's half, which means the werewolves have half their normal strength. On the night of the full moon they are at their strongest. The moon in the sky smiles, because the moon goddess is proud that the Luna lovers of the Wolf People Clan are united at last.

Cole had been thinking about that for a while. "What's a Wolf Moon?" Katy was so quiet she almost wasn't heard. "The Wolf Moon is the full moon in January. For 2012 it will be January 8th. Doesn't give us much time. The Native Americans called the full moon the Wolf Moon because they heard wolves howling so much in the winter when they were hunting for food. But the Wolf Moon is also thought of to be special for us. They say if you mate under the Wolf Moon it makes females more fertile and they have more multiple births. In fact, all of the twins and triplets in the pack have been conceived from matings that were completed under the Wolf Moon." Carr's voice dropped off as he thought about wh

The full moon hung high in the ink-black sky, bathing the Moonlight pack in its shimmering glow. My heart raced with both excitement and nervousness as I stood at the edge of the clearing, ready to experience my very first full moon night since joining the Moonlight pack. Being the Luna of the pack was an honor I couldn't fully comprehend yet, and tonight's moon held a special significance for me and my wolf. As the Luna, my wolf was meant to have changed, taking on a more powerful and dominant form. However, my wolf still retained her Omega form, because I had not yet performed the wedding night rites with Adolph.

It was an ancient text on mythological creatures, filled with faded illustrations and cryptic symbols. Flipping through the pages, a familiar image caught my eye – a majestic wolf bathed in moonlight, its fur shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Moon wolves," I murmured, tracing the faded illustration with a finger. The caption below it read: "Moon Wolf – A creature of immense power, blessed by the moon goddess Luna. Said to possess heightened senses, agility, and the ability to inspire and empower their pack." My heart hammered in my chest. This wasn't just some bedtime story; this was me!

The blue moon is illuminating the night, giving a beautiful scene in every corner of the beautiful forest. The wind blows in my face. I can feel the coldness that enveloping me. I can see a wolf looking herself in the river, waiting for someone. She's beautiful, white as light. Her fur is glowing like the blue moon in the sky. She howls to the moon and the moon become so bright as if the Moon Goddess herself is watching the wolf.

The moon shone brightly in the sky, accompanied by the distant echoes of wolves howling in the background. Wolves roamed around, playfully shifting and rolling amidst the grass. It was the annual festival of shifting, a time when older wolves who hadn't shifted yet finally got the chance to do so. Those who had been mocked by their peers for their inability to shift were now relieved to shift under the first blood moon.

Behind the sealed Moon Rite door, the trapped wolves began to howl again. ***

Not entirely. Downstairs, Kieran and Jenson lean against the railing like they own the world, casual as ever, but their sharp eyes miss nothing. "How's it going with the new girl?" Jenson asks, unbuttoning his shirt like the morning is his to command. "Lara's staying. Moonshine doesn't do pack runs," I mutter, rolling the words around in my mouth. "You're joking," Kieran frowns. "That's standard everywhere. Full moons empower every Wolf.