Novel & Cerita Wood Kingdom Moons

Dawn was breaking over the horizon, yet the moon stubbornly kept its place even if the sun was close to appear. There are two sides of the moon, the white full moon which we use to praise the Goddess and the red full moon which we know as the rogues’ moon. And under the moon, we Pack Wolves claim our mates…

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

Alpha Ulric let the men talk amongst themselves while they took in the information. “What packs are doing this? What Alphas and Alphas-to-be are doing this?” Alpha Reese from New Moon said. “At least Cold Moon, Eclipse, Far Side, Storm Moon, Mead Moon, and Crescent Moon. I suspect there may be more,” Alpha Ulric said. More murmurs and talking.

Alexander POV: When Mom went down and Avery barked orders, no one listened, as I expected. Without thinking much, I shouted, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!! ARE YOU REALLY OKAY WITH LETTING THE MOTHER OF FOUR CHILDREN DIE??? TWO OF WHICH ARE JUST NOW DEVELOPING THEIR WOLVES! YOU KNOW THAT'S HOW ROGUES ARE CREATED RIGHT?! SO GET OFF YOUR ASSES AND HELP OUR MOTHER!!!"

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

“That’s none of your business. Also, you’d do well to remember that she is your future queen.” “Aye.” Mason looked out the window. “I meant no harm. I just don’t want you to lose your Pack because you have not yet taken a Queen and Mate. After all, the Blood Moon—” “Is quickly approaching. Yes, I’m quite aware.” I let out a deep breath. “But that’s not for another three months. There’s another full moon coming tomorrow night, and Brenna is a potential Luna.” That got Mason’s attention. “Seriously? How do you know?”

They had reached their destination. Slinking from the shadows, the two wolves bare their teeth at the women sprawled across a bed made of moss, her white hair fanned out behind her and her complexion wane from the hardship of child birth. Beside the weak women – the Moon Goddess – is a wooden stump carved into a bassinet where the sound of wailing comes from. A child with white hair and prismatic coloured eyes protests her birth and the cold she is facing, the future Moon Goddess just in reach. A twig being stepped on by the thieves alerts the resting women to their presence but no one is there to stop them.

He mumbled. I have heard of those before, but they were associated with the Moon Goddess myths. They couldn’t be done by normal Werewolfs. “Do you have a new horse here?” Jaden asked. I sure did. Thanks to Red Moon. “Why?” “Realms are triggered by either presence of the Moon goddess or Sorcery. I think it’s the last one this time.” He sighed. Sorry? Red Moon gave it to me so…

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

I stood at the edge of the forest, my senses heightened by the moon's silvery glow. It was a gibbous moon and it would be full in a few days. The night air was crisp and carried the familiar scent of earth and pine. As a werewolf, my connection to the natural world was stronger than that of an ordinary human. I reveled in the freedom and power it granted me. Blackwood, my home, was a sanctuary for werewolves. Nestled deep within the ancient woods, the town was hidden from prying eyes, shielding its inhabitants from the outside world. Here, the supernatural and human realms coexisted, an intricate balance maintained over generations.