Jacob Black From New Moon Novels & Stories

For the first time, his lips curved in something almost like respect. Raven pushed herself to her feet, her chest still heaving, but her voice steady. “I am Raven Blackthorne. I am the Luna of the Moon Riders. And no one, no wolf, rogue, hunter, or god will take that from me.” The circle erupted into howls, a sound of both fear and awe. But as the echoes rolled through the night, the full moon pulsed brighter than ever. Zari, Raven’s wolf now truly hers whispered a final warning inside her mind:

Mike, having his reason for not following Jacob in, was a bit reluctant to obey Jacob, when Mike was still at MoonVeil before he left for the human world, it was a well known fact that only Alphas and werewolves of incredible power or position were allowed into the lunar fortress. And now him, a nobody has been asked to come into the lunar fortress. Mike would never have found himself in the position he was now if it wasn’t for Jacob. Seeing it was Jacob who was actually telling him to come in, he agreed and followed Jacob. Jacob’s mom, Thalia Blackthorn, the MoonQueen and mate to Lucien had already heard of Jacob’s arrival as she rushed down to meet and welcome her son. Mike immediately saw

Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, occasionally veiling the moon's radiance until it was completely out, shining bright from the sky where it was. Nova watched as it unfolded. It was the least she could do from the cage she was in under the moon. She had seen a full moon before, but something in her told her that this one was different. Drifting from her thoughts, she recalled that it was supposed to be her birthday. It was the day she would turn Eighteen. An adult. But here she was in a cage. She had no friends to celebrate it with,but on other days,she mixed drinks and took them in the dark of her room till she was high on them.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

He looked… relieved. His hand tightened on the dagger. He twisted. The pain arrived like lightning. White. Blinding. Her knees buckled. His grip on her shoulder held her in place. “The Moon demands blood, Arielle,” he murmured at her ear. His tone was almost gentle. Almost. “And you are the perfect lamb.” Heat poured down her torso. Blood soaked the front of the dress. Red on white. No one screamed. No one rushed the altar. The guests watched. Still.

~ZIRA The Moon crest was gone. I staggered back a few steps at the realization. My heart began to hammer violently against my chest. My intake of breath became short. All the color drained from my body and all I could do was glare at the empty stand. "I failed," I muttered under my breath. My wolf sank to the pit of my stomach and I felt as if my world had come to an end. The Blackstones got to it first. "They have it," I muttered under my breath.

The night was still, but there was a sharpness to the air that made the hairs on Isabella’s arms lift. Two men stepped out from the shadows, blocking their path. Both wore dark hoodies, and each held a knife glinting faintly under the streetlight. “Your luck runs out here, Moretti,” one of them said. Before Isabella could react, Matteo’s body shifted — not in panic, but with a predator’s precision. The first man lunged, and Matteo caught his wrist, twisting it sharply until the knife clattered to the ground. He struck him in the ribs with a brutal efficiency that sent the man staggering back.

She turned and left, her footsteps fading, leaving only the soft hiss of wind against the stone. I hugged my knees and stared at the moon, feeling the weight of her words settle inside me. The next day, chaos found us. A messenger from another pack arrived at Blackthorn. A formal challenge. Written in blunt words: “Your Moon-marked is a threat to the balance. Step aside—or we come for her.” Ronan held the letter, face dark. His hands tightened around the parchment until the paper crinkled. “They want you,” he said quietly. “And they’ll come prepared.”

She is an Alpha wolf, and she will be treated like so! With that we are on our way out. We go out through the living room, people getting up from their chairs. Smiles and cheers as we emerge from inside. His parents and the others are waiting at the small staircase at the makeshift stage. Blake proudly leads me forward. I smile and bow my head to all we walk by. They bow back to us. The moon rises in the night sky, giving the scene an ethereal feeling. The wind sweeps over us in a sweet caress. I feel her before I see her. She is here. Selene. The stage shines in a blinding silver light for a moment, and there she is. Blake looks at me, and I at him. The Moon Goddess is here for whatever rea