Future Nostalgia Moonlight Edition Novels & Stories

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

Clark was sitting down anxiously in the passenger seat of Matt's black SUV pickup truck as they drove through the back roads of the EastEnders pack’s territory. There were multiple trucks with beds filled to the brim with fierce claw Pack wolves, as well as numerous motorcycles as they led a mini caravan of warriors, ready to fight for the release of their Luna. With the bright light of a full moon, Clark was able to make out the edges of a deteriorating old building through the trees and grabbed Matt's arm.

of the lodge glowing with the warm light of a fire within, their glass panes fogged with condensation, reflecting the golden sunlight in soft, diffused halos. A clearing surrounded the packhouse, the ground a mix of packed earth and patches of wild grass, dotted with moonflower blooms, their petals shimmering silver in the sunlight, a small firepit at the center, its stones blackened from years of use, the embers within glowing faintly, the air above it shimmering with heat, a pile of chopped cedar logs stacked nearby, their scent sharp and grounding. A wooden archway stood at the clearing’s edge, carved with crescent moon runes, their surfaces glowing faintly with residual silver magic, a

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

But for now, her heart pounding, Selena drifted off to sleep, her dreams haunted by visions of her savior and the Lycan pack. Selena woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. The warm sun streamed through the window, casting a glow across her bed. As she stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. The werewolf pack, the danger, and the alpha werewolf who had saved her life.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

I said, smiling. “It might be, but to the owners of Moonlight, it means more,” Althea replied softly. “Try this: imagine yourself in the dark. It’s hard to see right. But when the light of the moon shines down on you, everything becomes clear. It makes you see the path ahead. That’s the goal of Moonlight. It didn’t want anyone drinking them be confused if they are really red wine or wine. Whiskey or not. Isn’t that the reason why you like it? The reason you want to share its taste? Because no matter what you do, Moonlight will always taste like Moonlight.”

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

Nigel starts, "She'd make an impressive Luna. You can tell she cares for the pack. She cares for you too." "When's the moon again?" I ask River. With everything that's been going I completely pushed the blue moon ball to the back of my mind. "In 2 days." River supplies. "Wonderful. So, Chase wages war on the most special night of the year." I look back up at the moon. "I guess he's trying to look special or something." Jay says. River gets comfortable. "Well, we should all try to sleep. We have to set up and go over the plan at dawn."

We weren't falling; we were being Uploaded. The sensation was like being shredded by a million diamond needles. I felt my memories being categorized, my emotions being assigned a numerical value, and my "Rejection" being labeled as a System Error. We hit a floor of solid, white glass. This was the Archive of the Moon. It was a vertical library that seemed to stretch into infinity, filled with millions of translucent, glowing orbs. Each orb contained a "Backup" of a life, a pack, or a timeline. The air was sterile, smelling of ozone and the dry, ancient cold of the Ninth Cycle.