All Chapters of Marked by Moonlight : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MAYA. Some days unfold with ease, while others present challenges. I woke up this morning with the hope that my premonition of an unfortunate day was unfounded. Sadly, it wasn’t wrong. With a messy hair and drowsy eyes, I got out bed and went into my bathroom to freshen up. Staring into the mirror a multitude of thoughts ran through my mind but one more pressing than the others; I needed a compelling reason to leave this house.I resided in a charming suburban home in Queens, New York, with my Aunt and Uncle. For the most part, I was content. I was told by my Aunt, Emilia Lennox that she had to take me in after the mysterious death of my parents when I was three years old. She said it was a story that she wasn’t ready to fully explain and I never pressed her. I held deep affection for them both, yet I often felt out of place. As a little girl, I derived joy from being in the company of others, I was carefree, charismatic and so energetic but as I matured, I became reserved and prefe

MAYA.Morning light poured through the window, soft and golden, warming the edge of my blanket, but I felt no warmth.I hadn’t slept again after I woke up.The pendant still sat on my nightstand —silent, still, like it hadn’t just lit up a forest in my dreams and burned its shape into my memory. But I couldn’t stop looking at it, it was strangely captivating. Even now, I could feel it humming faintly beneath the surface, like it was waiting for something.I pulled my sketchpad into my lap; barely aware I was doing it. My pencil moved before I could think. I didn’t need to imagine —the images were already carved behind my eyelids, like scars.The stone.The pendant.The figure in the woods, robes like smoke underwater.The silver crescent, glowing brighter than anything else.I didn’t sketch like this usually, this was new to me. My lines were sharper. Bolder. The shadows felt deeper too — like they weren’t just there to suggest form, but to warn me of something.When I finished the

LUCIENIt was already dusk. Evenings at the pack’s den always felt like the world was holding its breath.The sky bled silver behind jagged clouds. And the air… the air was always thick with something ancient—older than spells or teeth. I stood alone on the west balcony off North, watching dusk settle like ash over the mountains. From here you could see everything; the wolves having fun in sand, the warriors training. I let my hand rest on the cool stone railing.I heard footsteps. Someone was approaching. Familiar tread. Steady but respectful.“Alpha Lucien, you have a letter from the Moonridge council.”It was one of our guards. We had gotten the annual letter from the Moonridge council. Moonridge Academy; a school for the gifted, it was a school for werewolves, vampires, fairies and other mythical creatures who were accepted annually. They also accept humans as well; only one human per session.The letter read; THE MOONRIDGE ACADEMY COUNCIL LETTER TO THE SILVER CLAW PACK.

MAYA.Kaia didn’t speak much as we walked, but I didn’t mind. The forest grew denser the deeper we went, trees leaning inward like they, too, were watching. The GPS on my phone had long stopped updating, and the mist thickened as if we were leaving one world and stepping into another.Eventually, the trail opened into a vast clearing bathed in the silver wash of moonlight. My breath caught.Nestled against the shadow of the mountain was a sprawling campus. The buildings weren’t what I expected — not modern or clinical, but ancient and breathtaking. Gothic spires pierced the sky, covered in creeping ivy. Stone walls shimmered faintly with something more than age. Magic, maybe. You could feel it in your skin, humming beneath your bones.“Welcome to Moonridge Academy,” Kaia said, her tone reverent.I followed her past the front gates, where a tall iron arch stood, engraved with a moon crest I recognized from the pendant. Something inside me pulsed.The main building towered above us, but

LUCIENAs I headed back to meet the pack, I felt a strong scent of blood clung to the wind.It hit me the moment I crossed into the neutral territory—iron-thick and laced with something darker. Something wrong. Crows scattered from the treetops as my boots crunched over charred earth, the silence here so complete it felt like the forest itself was holding its breath.The trees bore scorch marks in jagged arcs. Claw marks slashed deep into stone, not fresh—but recent enough to still weep sap. Patches of ground were scorched black, like fire had swept through in violent spirals.This wasn’t a battle.It was a warning.Talen followed a few paces behind, tense. “This is strange but familiar,” he muttered. “Same pattern. Same brutality.”I crouched near a tree, fingers grazing the bark. It flaked away under my touch, like ash.“Whatever did this… wasn’t just hunting.”A moan echoed from deeper in the woods.We exchanged glances, knowing what was at hand.We ran toward it.Near the ruins of