Zolar Moon Novels & Stories

My mobile phone vibrated violently in my palm before I could answer. Zaria’s name flashed across the screen. "Babe, I need a favour," Zaria said the second I pressed answer. "Big time." "I am right in the middle of something, Zaria." "Tonight is the Blood Moon Hunt Festival in Central City," Zaria cut me off, her voice rapid and sharp. "One of my boys just took the championship title at the Blood Ring Arena. He needs a proper escort for the Glory Night segment. I am stuck out of town. Only my queen has the presence to carry that stage."

“And impossible to control. Once the new world is built, they’ll either kneel or be erased. Werewolves are perfect. Close enough to the moon to be reshaped, and strong enough to rule.” I swallowed bile. This was genocide dressed up as utopia. He pushed open heavy iron doors, and moonlight poured in. A perfect circle of standing stones waited under the open sky. The full moon was so low and swollen, it looked ready to burst. One flat altar stone sat in the center, big enough for two bodies. I knew this place. Not with my mind, but with my bones. Xander’s voice softened. “The Astral Moon. Gemini Moon to humans. Once every few lifetimes, it hangs this low. It is perfect for binding.”

And in the presence of her husband and Luna Queen Nina, she felt the warmth of their love, giving her the strength to endure. Finally, as the moon reached its zenith in the night sky, a moment of serenity enveloped the room. With a gentle push, Zara brought forth her beautiful child into the world. The room filled with the cries of a newborn, a sound that brought tears of joy to everyone present. As the baby was placed in Zara's arms, she couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life. The moon goddess had blessed her with a precious gift, and in that moment, all worries and sorrows faded away.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

You’re trying to make it sound better than it is. She thinks you’re cursed and you’ll bring destruction. That’s the reason I won’t let her near you anymore. I was afraid she might hurt you. But Drystan looked after you, and I’ll always be grateful to him for that. Tears started to fall. Why does Mom think I’m cursed? You were born on a total eclipse of the moon, and that night, the Moon Goddess appeared. In our land, she is the ancient guardian of secrets and nature, her blessings rare and unpredictable.

Then he turned toward me. “Elara.” I looked up at him. “Yes?” He held my gaze for a moment. Then he reached out and gently took my hand. The simple gesture sent a strange warmth through my chest. But the reaction from the pack was even stronger. Gasps. Whispers. Kael faced the crowd again. “This woman stands beside me as Luna.” His voice carried authority that filled the entire courtyard. “She is under my protection.” His grip on my hand tightened slightly. “And under my trust.”

My eyes remain fixed on the mural and it feels as if I am transported to a world beyond the one I am in at the moment. I gaze longingly at the child in the woman's arms, suddenly missing the warmth of my mother. The crimson moon catches my interest and I notice for the first time that instead of the shade of red I originally thought it is, it's a shade of fiery orange-red…like the sun at its brightest. The wolves surrounding the infant are stark white, a sharp contrast compared to the moon. They surround the child, not as a predator circling its prey but as guardians of the moon spirit.

Zelena. Lupus led me down the porch and out into the clearing. Strings of white lanterns hung from one side of the clearing to the other, filling the space with beautiful glowing lights. A red carpet had been laid out from the bottom of the porch, all the way to the stage, making me feel like some kind of movie star. The crowd of Weres was huge. Must be double the size of Tri-Moon. They gathered on either side of the carpet, bunching in together to get as close as they could to the stage. As we walked through the middle of them, they knelt to their knee with their heads bowed and one hand over their heart. It was deathly silent, with only the sound of my thumping heart filling my ears.

“You don’t change until the first full moon after your 17th birthday. However some of us will start to have some minor changes before. Better hearing, better eyesight, better sense of smell, craving meat more, wanting to be outdoors all the time. Things like that. The first time you turn it is very painful. You have no control over it and it will happen faster if you are directly in the moon light, but it will happen even if it is cloudy. It just takes longer.” Amaris took a moment to absorb all this. Then it dawned on her. “Tonight is the full moon!” Amaris burst out standing up. Anna came over to put her arm around Amaris’ shoulders and sat her down once more. “Now you know why I have been

"A fated mate is a pull you have towards someone. Someone who was made by the Moon Goddess just for you. As soon as you find a fated mate, most times the pull is so strong, your emotions run wild and boom, you're having sex 24/7. A chosen mate would be more of a friend, or significant other who you might date and decide you want to take them as you're life long partner. Fated mates are treasured and very important in wolf culture, though. Some people think that if you reject your fated mate, you will be cursed." "What if you have a fated mate but don't want to commit to it yet?" "I guess you could date and take your time?" "And what is a Moon Goddess?" "The Moon Goddess is our higher power.