Zolar Moon Novels & Stories

If Zoran hadn't stepped in, if he hadn't been there to block that dark presence, Lihont might have already started the process of twisting her bond. "He won't touch her," Zoran growled, his aura flaring so brightly that the nearby flowers began to wilt from the heat. "I will kill him before he gets within a mile of her." "Kill him later," Socha said calmly. "Mark her tonight. It is a full moon night, the time when primordial energy is at its absolute peak. The moon will witness and seal the bond in a way that even Lihont’s darkest magic cannot undo…It is the perfect time."

Jake said dazedly, “Zinnia healed when she and her father were asleep. Let’s both sleep and let our wolves do their thing. If a pup can do it without knowing how maybe mom is right and it’s instinctive. If so, our wolves can make it happen when we stop thinking so much.” They were both so tired and weak by this point that the deep, slow breaths of deep slumber filled the room within moments. Just before leaving the room to let them rest in peace, a shimmering in the curtains caught Mother Luna’s attention. She opened the them and the silver glow from the moon rushed across the floor to envelope the sleeping couple. She smiled as she left, certain that the moon goddess would keep them both sa

I asked pointing towards the box. He walked to stand in front of me, "This is for you," he lifted the box slightly. "Open it," he nodded with his head. I slowly lifted the lid of the box and a small gasp escaped from my lips as I looked at the wind chime in the box. A smile instantly made its way on my face as I touched the cold surface with my fingers. It made a soft noise when I tried to remove it from the box. There were three golden rectangular tubes in the middle with small stars and moons dangling around them unevenly. The moons represented every shape of the moon while the stars were shining brightly around it.

Seven months and eighteen days, she carried her baby in her womb and he had stolen the breath of life from his lungs while he was inside of her. Evander knew that his wife wanted to be left alone. He could feel her need to be by herself for a bit in order to let herself break down. His wife is a strong and stubborn woman. She would hold herself together in front of others in order to keep her image, but once she was in solitude, she could truly allow herself to feel strong emotions. Doing what he did best, he ran outside to his barn and grabbed his bow and a sheath of arrows. He tossed both over his shoulder and ran deep into the woods behind their house. He would give his wife time to griev

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

Becca POV. The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow cha

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

"When Ophelia delivers a healthy, completely normal wolf pup next week, Oberon is going to think he won. He’s going to think our defenses are exhausted and our guards are down. He has no idea that the real eclipse countdown begins the moment her delivery is over." Kazan stood up, pulling the heavy blankets around my shoulders before climbing into bed beside me, pulling me tight against his chest. We were entering the final, lethal stretch of the countdown. In less than two months, the moon would block out the sun, the Aethel-Core would reach its absolute peak, and I would be bringing our child into the world in a silver-lined bunker while a war raged above our heads.

It’s not a scar at all on the back of her head instead, it’s a symbol a seal to be more accurate. The seal is the sign of the eclipse: half the sun and half the moon entwined together. The symbols of both the sun god Helios and the moon goddess Selene. I switch on the light on the bedside table to get a clearer view. It’s not possible … but her wolf is white like the moon goddess and she smells of sunshine.

“What is the soo-rn?” “The light in the sky…” Zaramanni was tempted to point at it, but she grew up learning that doing such was wrong. So, she kept her hand to herself. “Oh.” He looked up as well, the growing sky illumination causing his newly cut hair to glisten. “That’s the moon. The moon looks different during the day. But at night, it displays its true self.” “Oh. I guess there is a lot I am yet to learn about Zenrada,” Zara said, her small feet kicking a small stone that was in her way, her hand still wrapped by Zoey’s masculine touch.