Wood Kingdom Moons Novels & Stories

The heavy log door of the mansion bursts wide open with a single, forceful alpha kick from a giant warrior boot. "Are your dirty paws still standing around here idling inside my dead birth mother's house?" my voice cuts through the room like a freezing north wind as my boots stride straight into the den, surrounded by eight massive, heavily armed Blackwynd dominion warriors whose giant shadows radiate absolute pack danger. "Three dawn moons have fully passed, and your lazy camp hasn't even bothered to pack up a single piece of meat or fur pelt. Clearly, your minds didn't take my pack warning seriously at all!"

He looked completely crazy. "Did you really think this old house could save you, Lily?" Marcus asked, his voice echoing off the stone walls. He tapped the flat side of his bloody knife against his leg. "The Blood Moon pack is weak. Their warriors are dying out in the woods right now. And you are finally going to do what you were born to do." Holden's mother, the Luna, stepped directly in front of me. She did not have her wolf strength right now because she was protecting the bunker, but she held her head high and proud.

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

However, midnight passed without a glimpse of the moon, and not a single member of the pack transformed into their wolf forms. Worry etched on their faces, a situation unprecedented for them. Yvonne felt a sense of delightful excitement seeing the concerned and disappointed expressions, especially on her father, Kayne, and his mother. As dawn approached, the exhausted wolves retreated to their packs. They had waited all night in vain for the moon, feeling overwhelmingly tired and sleepy. According to tradition, the marriage would have to wait until the next month when the moon reappeared. Yvonne chuckled, "Wait all you want, but you won't see the moon."

a look of confusion on his features. “A moon temple.” Zayne explains “Dark woods is one of the oldest existing packs in the existence, this region has been wolf territory for centuries. It’d be surprised if there isn’t a temple for full moon rituals here” my eyes wide, Am I thinking what he’s thinking? The caves in the woods, where I’ve been drawn to every full moon since I got here, it was probably my close proximity to the temple that starred something in me. Started all of this in the first place.

Searching for the part where I argued, where I insisted on doing something reckless. It wasn't there. "I go. You and Ariana hold back at distance. Close enough to reach me, far enough that whoever this is believes I came alone." Valtherion considered this. Then nodded. "Midnight?" "Midnight." Moonwood Forest was older than Silvermere. Older than the pack territories, older than any living wolf's memory. The trees were massive. Trunks wider than cars, canopy so dense that moonlight filtered down in broken silver shafts like light through cathedral glass.

"So Kimberly is the Moon Goddess of all werewolves, and she has no idea that this is true? Now I see why she constantly tries to find a peaceful solution to every problem, regardless of who is involved! Mohandia was preoccupied with her own thoughts as she attempted to avoid making eye contact with Kimberly too much so that she would not give away the fact that she was thinking about her. *****************FlashBack**************** Little Mohandia was accompanied by her father, the chief of the Kinzazu tribe, while they sat outside together throughout the night. She was looking forward to the night stories that her father would always tell her, as well as the way in which he would always talk

I left behind all the moonstone coins I had saved over the years, along with a farewell letter at Drake’s cabin. The alliance between Frostvale and Silvermoon spread quickly across the werewolf world. Every major pack received an invitation witnessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Drake and Scarlett received one as well. Over the years, Blackwood had risen from a remote border pack into something respectable under Frostvale’s protection. They finally had enough standing to appear among the larger packs. “Still can’t reach Selene through the pack link?” Drake stood before the moon altar in Blackwood territory, his brows tightly drawn.

the Moon Goddess began, "there is a way to retrieve the Moonstone from Dimitri's clutches, but it is not without great risk. In the sacred forest of the Shadow Pack, there lies a mystical lake. This lake harbors a secret - a portal that can transport you to any place you desire and bring you back." Amanda was awed yet apprehensive. The Moon Goddess spoke with a sense of urgency, her words echoing with a gravity that couldn't be ignored. "Amanda, the fate of the wolf kingdom rests upon your shoulders. Only you possess a unique connection to this portal. You are the chosen one, and it is your destiny to use it."