Zodiac Season Novels & Stories

"That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive. Vuko looks up at me. "Wolf Moon," he says, "The same as your Naming." He doesn't need to remind me. "It's about power," says Didi, looking closely at me, "The Wolf Moon." "No," says Seersha, "Not power. Strength. It's different. Power is domination but strength, well," she shrugs, "It benefits the pack." She looks down at her arm again. "I think it's showing us how the ceremony will go," says Seersha.

He’d been fighting so hard to stay clean. Zion squeezed his eyes shut, jaw tight. “No. Moon Goddess, no.” Then he looked up. His eyes were clear—but wild. “I’m… in heat.” I stopped breathing. And that was when footsteps sounded from upstairs. Hayden stood on the steps, gaze sharp but not surprised. More like… understanding. Ah. The wolf mating season. A he wolf near his pregnant mate could lose control easily—especially if his energy was unstable. Hayden descended slowly. “Zion,” he said calmly, “you’ve been holding it back too long, haven’t you?”

Patrick explained. "How do you know all this stuff?" I asked. "We have a library with books about all the supernatural beings. All packs do. As do all covens. Plus, I told you. I used to know a witch" Colton explained. "But you said that your birthday is in December, right?" He went on to ask and I nodded. "A witches affinity usually correlates with their zodiac sign. You're a Sagittarius?" He asked and I nodded again. "So you should have an affinity for fire not earth." he finished.

Alpha Zane's POV Midnight Moon is buzzing with activity. My pack members are pulling out all the stops to welcome their Luna as a queen and to shower her with plenty of love. Many already know her, her mating with Gorgio was widely reported in the werewolf live stream media and most discussed on social media.

Why does Sean keep teaching the kids these words? Damon is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his expression one of fond exasperation. When he sees me, he straightens. “Where did you go?” he asks casually. “Just to see Cain and Claire,” I reply. He nods, seemingly satisfied, and heads outside. The triplets turn their attention to me, their faces alight with curiosity. “Mama,” Zane begins, “why can’t we have the festival now?” Grand Luna Eve chuckles. “Because the Lunar Eclipse must be celebrated under the moon, and the moon only comes out at night.”

I adjusted and adapted, patient as stone. "You seem unusually cheerful today," Odette observed, her voice sharp. "Did something happen? Or did someone?" I did not take the bait. "The spring festival is approaching. I find the change of seasons invigorating." "The spring festival." Odette's lips curled. "A celebration of mate bonds. How quaint. Do you believe in such things, Hecate? Do you believe the Moon Goddess chooses one person for another?" "I believe the Goddess has a plan for everyone."

“You’re late.” “I took a shower,” Zyon replied, tone clipped but calm. Jettson didn’t blink. “The Full Moon is coming. You remember what that means?” Zyon exhaled slowly, nodding. “I do.” Jettson’s voice deepened. “You’ve had seven years. The pack has been patient. I’ve been patient. But we can’t wait forever.” Zyon’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t look away. “A Luna isn’t just tradition,” Jettson continued. “She’s your balance. Your anchor. She keeps the pack whole through you.”

I know the storm will end, we will have peace and harmony, but at what cost? I watch through the bay window as the sun dips behind the trees. Warm orange light bathes the room and the first snowflakes of winter drift gently to the ground. The changing of the seasons are my favourite times of year. It will be winter solstice before we know it. A time for rebirth, transformation and new beginnings. Liberty, Zander and Christian are starting their family. Little Arly is excited to have little brothers or sisters, and the whole pack anxiously awaits the arrival of the heirs that will secure their future.

I leaned closer to Sebastian, feeling the reassuring strength of his arms around me, as he continued to share the rich tapestry of the wolves' traditions. "Sydney," he began, his voice carrying the ancient wisdom of the pack, "let me share with you the profound beauty of the Festival of Luna. It's a sacred time when the wolves pay homage to the Moon Goddess, the ethereal guardian of the night, and the embodiment of the moon's celestial power."

Hazel felt the heat crawling up her spine. "I smell that Luna," Cleo chuckled. "Tonight is also a significant night for our wolves. It's the night of the blood moon." "Yes, Zander told me. He stated that lunar eclipses are a tremendous deal in the supernatural community." "Yes, so as the day progresses our powers will increase and our abilities will heighten to our maximum potential. That's why Carson is so excited that his birthday falls on an eclipse," Cleo explained. "Ok, enough chitchatting. Hazel, the party begins at noon. So, we have 3 hours to get you ready," Gabz said.