Wolf On Moon Novels & Stories

There were loud rumors that she might not have a wolf, which was abnormal. Her parents disliked her because of it. Despite being their only child, it only made them angrier. At the age of fifteen, she prayed softly to the Moon Goddess, wishing that she would receive her wolf, but fate was not hers to decide. That full moon night, she stood with other young pups who were about to transform on the sacred ground. She could see her mother's glaring eyes and her father's stern gaze from where they sat. It was as if she had been given a final chance to prove herself worthy before the pack.

I had come too far for that now. I lifted my gaze to the sky, searching for any sign of the moon, and the instant I found it, my blood turned cold. The moon was full, glowing like a malevolent eye staring down at the world. “Damn. It’s a fucking full moon” I shouldn’t be out here in these woods. That was when most wolves went into rut and heat. It was too dangerous. If any of them caught my scent—rogues, pack wolves, it didn’t matter—a lone female, especially an omega like me, in the middle of the night under a full moon, was practically an invitation.

"What were you thinking? Your face is like an apple." "I think it's just the moonlight effect." I fanned my face with my hands. Of all the things, why did that come to mind? "Is that so? Woah, you wolves are really enjoying the full moon, huh." I shoved that memory deep into the bottom of my memory. Even if I could, I wanted to throw it into the deepest trough of the ocean. All those moments were no longer needed. "Yes, this is the natural reaction of wolves that worship the moon."

He was no longer bound by the limitations of his human form, and he felt a freedom that he had never known. As he stood there, letting the power of the moon fill him, he heard a howl in response. It was the howl of another wolf, one that he recognized. It was Orien, the omega of the pack. The call of the moon had reached him as well, and he had answered it. Together, they howled to the moon, their voices blending together in a song of strength and unity. They felt the connection between them, a bond that would never be broken. For they were the true moon pack, and they would always be as one.

Aurora replied while grinning from ear to ear. Madeline also exclaimed excitedly. She looked at the moon and felt a sudden urge to howl. Aurora also felt the same urge. They looked at the blood moon and howled aloud. Sebastian and David also felt the same urge with their wolves and howled with her. Their loud and powerful howls made all the pack wolves shudder in delight, and without thinking anything, the whole pack howled aloud, connecting themselves with the moon, feeling their faded strength coming back.

My stomach twists, and the food turns heavy in my mouth. “For those unaware,” Rael explains, “Silvermoon is a night when wolves are pulled into the open. We’re drawn to mate under the moonlight. You won’t resist it. If you have a mate, you’ll be pulled only to them. If you don’t, your wolf will be drawn to whichever Alpha or Beta it scents and desires.”

The air was thick with energy as the pack howled in unison continuously. Their voices rising together in a haunting symphony that echoed through the night. Among them was young George, sharing in the experience of the full moon’s power with the rest of the pack. His wolf form stood tall amidst the others, his howl blending seamlessly with the collective chorus of the wolves, their voices rising and falling like waves in a wild, ancient melody. The howling didn’t stop—it filled the air, the sound of it vibrating through the mansion, a reminder of the raw, untamed power of the full moon. It was a night of transformation, of pain and triumph, of endings and new beginnings.

I'm a strong woman even if people barely acknowledge her though I barely care. "I'm good..." I cleaned the tears in my eyes "... I'm good you need not worry to be honest, the punching bag did give me so much relief and thank you for checking on me." I let go of her hand and she left but truly I wasn't fine but I will not believe that. I heard a horn that sounded too familiar for me not to acknowledge and my heart beat increased. He was here! As much of a tradition that it has become it was more of a nightmare for this pack. He comes every blood moon night and today was a blood moon. People ran for their lives but at the same time a sacrifice will always be made.

Why did I see his wolf in my dreams? For the days that passed, I wracked my brain for the answers, yet there remained nothing. There was no book I could think of, nor words I had heard that could explain it. But the most confusing thing for me was his actions. Ever since he heard of the full moon, he withdrew. Wolves were in no way afraid of the moon. They rejoiced in it, enjoying the blessing of running amongst their pack. It was the Moon Goddess which gave their power, guided them.

Curious, she stepped out of her bed and walked out of her room into the corridor leading to a balcony, where she stood with her hands folded across her chest due to the sudden cold night. The snow’s intensity was beginning to rise a little, and there was a full moon. Her mother mentioned that the full moon is a significant time when wolves enjoy changing. It was their nature as they were creatures of the night. The wolf howled again painfully, this time as that was what Mara felt from the sound, and at the same time, a single name whispered in her head. ‘Sebastian’