Jack O Moon Fanart Novels & Stories

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.

Pink is Moon's favorite color, so of course he'd choose to paint his nails. Jonathan's tattooed hand rests in front of him on the table, and his face is tucked away behind it, dark eyes watching his tiny work. Moon doesn't seem to notice the taller's intense stare; he's too focused on painting his nails perfectly. Jonathan smiles at him. He's so weak when it comes to Moon; he knows it, yet he can't bring himself to care. He'd do anything to make his baby happy. "Done!" Moon beams after a while, taking Joanthan's palm in his own hands carefully to blow softly on the fresh-painted nails.

“I’m looking forward to studying you very closely, Juniper Sinclair. Lay you out over my lap like a good book. Trace my fingertips all along so I can follow your story.” I pretend I’m not blushing, turning my attention back to the engravings as he steps close. Both of us fall silent, our teasing fading away. Anton stands at my side, both of us studying the panel before us. Which is…very unique. Mostly because…Life isn’t in it very much at all. I cock my head to the side, my eyes moving over the three moons at the top of the panel – references, obviously, to this world and the celestial bodies that are almost always visible in the dark sky.

Marcus joked along and we all laughed. I looked at Wyatt and Zen and turned back my focus on the three wolves, "The lesser powerful a potion made from a moonflower that is rare to find and only a few know how it looks and what is exactly used from the flower for the potion." I said, making Tanner clap his hands and point a finger at Logan and Marcus, "See I was right!" We all laughed at his enthusiasm. I continued, “The second one grants better results as it is obvious from our week experiment.”

In this case it did but yet again how can he believe in a fairy- tale? Flipping inside he saw amazing sketches, mind blowing pieces that made him question his interest. Why does she have many sketches of the two moons? There are different pieces, the general mate bond, the circle which is extremely rare but what caused his curiosity was the one his never seen before... A triangle? Maybe he did read up on it some time the meaning now means nothing but surly it does because there is only one red moon. There are different versions, styles and colors but the moon was always constant. The more he paged the more he felt himself fall into the moons temptation, strange.

"He... he knows what happened during the full moon!" Garrett let out a cold, sharp laugh, stepping closer until his massive shadow completely blocked out the single flickering lightbulb on the ceiling. "Alpha Cassian is celebrating his upcoming wedding at the high manor right now, little girl," Garrett sneered, leaning down and grabbing a fistful of my hair. "AHHH!" I shrieked as he yanked my head back violently, forcing me to look straight into his small, dark eyes.

We were cuddled in bed, and Jack suggested starting to watch a very popular Anime series on N*****x. We stayed embraced the whole night until nature called, and I had to pee. I’m now looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my hand rests on his mark, my eyes linger along the beautiful pattern that adorns my skin, which is a new moon with a star that symbolizes a new beginning for us. We are one final step away from claiming each other completely.

EVELYN The next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger. The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woma

That evening, in the common hall, I learned the full weight of the pack’s attention. Ronan’s former mate candidate, a woman named Selene, approached me. She moved with the kind of grace that came from training, confidence, and privilege. She stopped before me and smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “You’re the new favorite,” she said softly, loud enough for others nearby to hear. “The Moon-marked.” “I’m no one’s favorite,” I replied. She laughed, the sound cutting like a blade. “We’ll see about that. Some of us have been passed over before… and we never forget.”

"We’re collaborating on a mural that represents all the different supernatural beings at the school. It’s going to be huge! Maya and I have come up with some great ideas. We're in the planning phase and we start the actual work in a couple weeks" Aaron, who had been bouncing in his seat, finally chimed in. "Are you going to paint a wolf? You should! It’ll be awesome!" Charlie chuckled, her heart warming at her brother's enthusiasm. "Of course! I want to include a wolf in the mural. It’s part of who we are, right?" "Absolutely," Jacobi agreed, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Just remember, Charlie, take care of yourself and it’s okay to take your time. We’re all here for you, an