Jessica Moore Supernatural Novels & Stories

With a tentative smile, Jessica asked for a promise that he wouldn't react with anger or violence. This request captured Marco's full attention, stirring unrest in his wolf, yet his human side was inclined to agree. With a nod, he urged her to continue. As Jessica unfolded the tale, Marco absorbed every detail and then rose to pace thoughtfully. After a moment, he faced Jessica, confirming her fears: "Yes, she's cursed, and I'm at a loss on how to aid her banshee nature." He recounted how his father, Ace, had struggled to assist his mother with her banshee traits, which are triggered by her emotions.

Too easy to mistake for something real. She leaned her head against the headrest and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her heart was still racing. A few minutes later, when she’d finally calmed herself enough to drive, she started the car and headed home to Le Châteauesque Manor. But even behind the wheel, her hands wouldn’t stop trembling. --- At exactly ten o'clock, Jessica called again. Her voice was sharp with venom. "Miss Morales, it seems you're still refusing to have a proper conversation. Fine. I’ll dump your father’s ashes into the sewer and post your personal information online. Get ready to be dragged through hell."

"What in the Goddess’s name are they playing at, Mars? Since when does the High Shaman issue a decree of treason based on a single whisper from Brooke Caldwell?" Jessa Moore was pacing the floor of her den, her fur bristling even in her human form. She looked like she was ready to shift and tear the throat out of anyone wearing the Walker crest. "I’m staring right at the Westline Holdings portal, Jessa. It’s not a whisper. It’s an execution order."

"FROM THIS DAY FORTH, NO LYCAN SHALL SHIFT OF FREE WILL. ONLY UNDER THE FULL MOON WILL YOUR BEASTS BE UNLEASHED." "YOU WILL KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LOSE CONTROL. TO FEAR YOUR OWN NATURE. THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT." Then, as suddenly as it began, the voice vanished. Jessica collapsed completely, unconscious. Ariel rushed to her side as DJ knelt beside them, shaking. "Jessica! Jess, wake up!" Ariel cried. Jessica stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and her voice came out ragged and low. "She... she spoke to me. It was the Moon Goddess."

Damon tells Alpha Hunter and I have to wonder what he means by true form. “So, she is up to her old ways of body hopping or disguising herself as someone else. Which makes sense. Jess wasn’t really Jess when she attacked you, Willow. It must have been the Moon Witch disguised as her.” Alpha Hunter then told Willow and Willow then quickly asked, “Then where is the real Jess?” “Wait, are you talking about Jessica, Derrick’s mate?” Damon now asks and I want to growl because she was Beta Shawn’s mate not some rogue Beta’s mate.

Before she can turn around he jumps up into the air and disappears into the night. Jessica wakes up to the sound of her alarm, she looks at her phone and can see multiple messages and from Susan and Lauren. They are frantically checking up on her. "Jessica please call us to let us know that you are ok, you never pitched at the restaurant." Jessica sits up on her bed, there's a knock on the door. She gets out of the bed, puts on a robe, and walks over to open the front door thinking it could be Susan or Lauren. Jessica opens the door to find a young dark-skinned man standing in front of her, he is tall with an athletic build and is wearing a tailored suit with a long trench coat. He also has

I looked at her like she's grown two heads. "What? Where? And will you please use the door?" "There's no time for that. The supernatural council wants to meet you." "Huh? Why?" I ask, this is weird. Why are they suddenly interested in meeting me? Jessica gave me a serious look and said... "Because you're a high-wanted criminal, according to paper." she states. My eyes widened. "What?!" "No time to explain. I already called Zayne and he is barging in in about three... two... one..."