Jack O Moon Fanart Novels & Stories

And that symbol belongs to the Red Moon pack! ***

Then I point to the notice about me and say "Look what Fire Moon brought back.” Typhon grumbles, “What the hell is this?” Fire Moon hands him the paper. Typhon dismisses it immediately, "This looks nothing like him." "You don't think so?" Fire Moon asks, her expression positively angelic. “No. Any fool could see that the artist put his eyes a bit too close together, and the mouth is all wrong. If the artist really wanted to capture him on paper, he should have shown him smiling,” Typhon points out. "Do you think so?” I ask, delighted.

Eyes widening with horror, as they shuffle to the side to try and cover the mug they have already made. I step easily around them, they aren’t game to touch me to stop me, and I pick up the finished mug, it has a wolf on it and I read the slogan out loud with a giggle. “’In my defence the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.’ It’s clever, are you both horror fans?” “Ah… it’s a just a joke…” James starts but is cut off the sound of the timer buzzing for the other mug still in the heating press.

“I assume you won’t mind.” “No.” Harley stepped forward and hugged the other Species. “Not a damn bit. I’m glad you’re back.” Moon stared at Joy over his friend’s shoulder while he hugged him back. “Me too. I’ll be there soon. We have a lot to catch up on.” Joy barely noticed Harley’s departure, staring at the man she loved instead. Moon had obviously showered. He wore a black tank top and sweats. His dark gaze locked on her as he stepped inside then turned and spoke to the Species who accompanied him.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

Unbeknown to him, the call can only be heard by a Luna Puer wolf, it was the calling for every Luna Puer Wolf astray from their pack, and it was a calling for the Luna Puer wolf to assemble, to unite. It was a calling for their true Alpha to come home. Justice and Victor were standing up in the tallest point of New York, staring at the bright Blood Moon. Victor had pocketed his hands, his hair silver and slick. He glanced at Justice, “That was Jennie.” He nods absently at the moon, then he starts walking away. “Ready yourself, Justice. We’re going home earlier than expected.” Justice stares at the blood moon. “The Moon God, is it bleeding for us? Why is it so red? Is this an omen?”

But it seemed her pencil had a mind of its own and what she’d drawn was not and could not in any way be construed as anime. She couldn’t really blame herself, though. Jack was all the things! His sharp jawline and those heavy eyebrows. The strong blade of his nose and the way his hair framed his face. He was an angel—or a devil, depending on where you stood on the evil vs. beauty debate. Seriously, Michelangelo would have wept to chisel Jack’s likeness from marble. Dianna couldn’t help drawing him how she saw him, and she already had ideas of how to incorporate his dragon into the portrait. No one else would even know the dragon was there except her…she didn’t think so, anyway.

I turned 180 degrees, seeing a darker wolf with its mouth around the sun. "What is it?" I asked, looking up at the man whose gaze never left the glass in front of us. "They say it's the Viking version of a yin yang. Wolf of the day always chasing the moon, and the wolf of the night, chasing the sun." "Like the Myth? Sköll and Hati?" He smiled softly, "I'm surprised you know your Norse mythology." "Everyone in the modern world has at least heard of them..." I spoke, looking at the pendant. "Why do you want to give it to me? Shouldn't it go to Adam?"

"Both of you. Forever." --- They named her Luna. It felt right—a tribute to the moon that had guided them, the light that had shown through their darkest moments. Luna of Shadowfang, daughter of Elara and Caleb, born under the spring moon. The pack celebrated. Gifts poured in—blankets and toys and tiny clothes, all made with love. Mira came to sit with her, holding the baby with wonder in her eyes. Finn brought a carved wolf, crude but heartfelt, his young face beaming with pride. Even the elders came, offering blessings and gifts, their weathered faces soft with joy.