Moon Prince Novels & Stories

she asked looking up to him “You were telling me something before you were arrested. I don’t understand what you mean” he asked moving closer “The Princes as you know are in darkness, even though they are agile and fit, strong and capable while at peace with each other for now, their darkness will soon take over but the moon goddess has arranged a way for them so do not worry. She will come reside in the palace and will be a light to the Prince’s pat. You must treat her well” she slowly stated and the King raised an eyebrow

Mew sighed softly and said " No.. It's not ok. And firstly I want to reform that I didn't inform you about my new found mate's secret" All in the hall made frown in their faces. Elder Kim asked, " Can we ask what is it Alpha?" Mew nodded and continued " Gulf is not ordinary rouge he is the prince of the ice moon pack in the northern territory". All gasp air through their mouth with awe. Elder Scot exclaimed, " Do you aware of what ice moon people can do Alpha? Is he really the prince of the ice moon pack?"

I wasn’t the Wolve Winner that my parents would’ve hoped for, but then this gathering of wolves in the Jungles’ Wolve Empire wasn’t anything like the nightmares that had haunted my dreams for the last decade either. I hadn’t imagined that I’d be sitting next to the ferocious Emperess Alpha, Rhona, and her naked consort Alpha, when their son — the soon to be king — knelt at my feet. The soon to be king wasn’t naked, despite his insistence before we’d entered the Jungles that it was tradition, because tradition could go to hell. His name was Moon, he was a rebel, and he loved Franz Ferdinand. He wasn’t just a naked Alpha, whose penis could be paraded like a pretty trophy. Although, he’d been r

Then, Kingsley instantly runs to the King like it's his last life to live because he knows something not favorable might happen, and only his father can stop him. The wind touches his skin, which he flinches as it displeases him. He looks around to see the terrace view. In the Prince's perspective, lights, burning charcoal smokehouses, and deep dark forest are like a canvas in a portrait. Yet when his eyes see the other young werewolf finds their mate happily, he frowns as his heart clenches with jealousy in his ribcage. He looks up to the skies and points his index finger to the crystal clear moon. "YOU! HOW DARE YOU NOT BLESS ME!" He vigorously yells to the moon. For an unknown reason, the

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

We sat in silence until Casper spoke, his voice authoritative and calming. "Whenever a Prince or Princess is born," Casper began, "the Moon Goddess assigns them a warrior to protect them. This warrior is always female, always the same age as the young Princess and always gifted." His eyes locked on mine. I hunched my shoulders, dropping my chin. Maddox rested his hand on my knee, his touch electrifying me. "The Moon Goddess gifts this warrior with superior strength." "I know this already," Serena groaned.

asked Alexander curiously. "Prince Arthur was born in the celestial trinity world in a different time. He is the only warrior with the rare 13th zodiac sign named Ophiuchus. That's why the celestial spirit king grants him magic that can revive ancient creatures or being!" explained Leomord. "Prince Arthur is our trump card in any battle and he's yet to unleash his hidden powers!" A giant demon with horns, forked tails, black wings, and long claws descended from the moon.

The shockwave rolls through the pack: heads snap down as one, throats bared, knees hitting stone in perfect unison. Even the elders bow. The mountain shudders—distant snow avalanches roaring, howls rising in layered harmony that shakes the stars. The Oracle steps back. Her milky eyes glow brighter for one heartbeat. “The moon has spoken. The flame has answered. Rise, Luna of the Northern Dominion.” I release Maureen’s hand only to lift the crown. Obsidian heavy. Rubies like frozen blood. Moonstone heart catching crimson fire. I place it on her head. It settles perfectly.

The Queen's face lit up with joy when she heard this, but she waited for King Lycan to finish speaking before saying, "I have heard early on that Princess Monica of the Blue Moon pack is renowned for her beauty, purity, and grace. She is skilled in calligraphy, painting, poetry, and music, with a delicate understanding of art. Moreover, she is knowledgeable in medicine preparation, making her a woman of exceptional talent and appearance. The Queen also wants to see her with her own eyes. Now that you have this intention, and I have your permission, why not inform the Blue Moon pack and arrange for her to ascend to the Celestial Realm for a visit."

Moon walked forward, gently tugging me with him. “My king.” Moon let go of my hand to bow to the king. Jol and I did the same. “Rise.” The man commanded. Moon stood up straight and faced the man. Gone was the Moon, who seemed a bit lost when he pointed out the orchid to me. “You claimed to know where Moon is. Is that true?” The man asked. Moon nodded. “I know where the long-lost prince is. That is why I brought the good news to you.” Moon bowed once more.