Marc Spector: Moon Knight Novels & Stories

Her star tattoo glowed white, Mist curling protectively within her, emotions tender: gratitude for the pack's survival, sorrow for losses, hope in the vision. Soren stood at the altar, his silver-streaked hair gleaming, brown eyes distant as he clutched the lunar staff, the moonstone tip flaring blue. "Gather close," he rumbled, his deep voice resonant, emotions steady: paternal concern, faith in the moon. "The vision comes—the moon reveals Veyra's return and a lunar eclipse."

Leave me. “So you’re leaving,” I muttered, my voice breaking into something barely audible. “I… I…” Mariah stammered, torn, but I didn’t hear the rest. My throat burned as hot tears spilled before I could stop them. Everything felt too heavy…too much. My mate. Her mate. The bond. The mark. My new self. The Red Moon. It all pressed down on me until I couldn’t hold it in. “Don’t cry, Astria,” Thessia said gently, her words carrying that soft wisdom that always managed to soothe. “The Moon Goddess has her plans for us. We can only trust her and be thankful.”

Marcus, one of the pack’s most respected head warriors, moved through it all with a calm demeanor, his every step deliberate, his every action purposeful. To the pack, Marcus was a man of honor, a pillar of strength who had served Moonstone loyally for years. His role in defending against the recent attack had only solidified his standing as a trusted protector. What no one suspected, what no one could ever know, was that Marcus had orchestrated the attack himself.

He didn't respond, his face covered with a black mask. "Tell me who you are and what's hidden in your pocket," I demanded, my eyes locked intensely on his. He didn't respond, his face concealed behind a black mask, revealing only his eyes. I sensed he wasn't an ordinary person, but a dangerous creature. "If you want to leave here alive, return what you've taken," I warned, placing my hand on him. However, he simply stared at my hand and swiftly escaped through the window. Unbeknownst to him, he had chosen to confront the wrong person.

It is so magical and majestic, as it looks like it’s glowing. He carefully put me down as he closed his eyes for a moment. When it opened, it flickered back and forth with his black eyes and Luke’s gold hues. He lovingly held both of my hands as he said, “I, Jacob Carter, of the Blood Moon Pack, rescind my rejection of Sophia Addison from the Crescent Moon Pack. Everyone stands as a witness, and I will never take it back even until the day I die.”

Marco smiled and said, "That's my girl. Now, call your aunt because we need to perform a locator spell, but first, I must see Zion to understand what exactly occurred." Marco reached the location where Zion and his mother were spending the weekend. Approaching the room, he hesitated, debating whether to knock, wary of a potential setup. As he contemplated returning to his car to mind-link Zion, Zion emerged, clearing his throat. Marco chuckled, "I was just about to mind-link you. Do you grasp the peril of this mission? If it's a trap, we might not make it out alive." Zion offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging Marco's apprehension, and welcomed him inside.

"I'm the son of Dahok Ocean, chief of Sage Lake Sect. You can call me Maron." Then, rubbing his brow, he sighed. "Oh, Frank… I don't know how you killed Bocek and Quinn, but you've really done it now. Did you think that the Sage Lake Sect wouldn't come after that?"

“They tried to take Scorpio with them.” The Moon has ofcourse a Guardian, stars that serves as his right hand men and constellations that serves as his knights. When they left, Jinan made Aries, the first fire sign among the constellations in charge. She is smart but she’s impulsive and could not think straight when pressured, that’s her only flaw. Jin’s eyes widened in horror as he looked at Joon in shock. “They probably took him to get through you. Scorpio is the only knight that knows how to generate your Guardian poison.” Joon says.

“Maybe she hasn’t turned yet—” “Ross, if that girl is indeed the moon goddess, it’s impossible not to sense anything from her.” His brother had a point. “The spy was certain—” “But they could be wrong, Ross.” Royd shook his head. “They’d killed tens of innocent lives in search of the moon goddess. Maybe she’s one of those mistaken identity.” “But the spy who informed us worked closely with her. She even bathed her and saw the marks—” “Ross, a couple of people can have the same marks, yet that doesn’t mean anything. We both know she’s the moon goddess only if she can perform the ritual and succeed.”

“Technically…” “So you are my uncle,” Keanu interrupted in a bored tone and completed for him. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing out loud. He then stood up on the chair to lean over the large table for an apple. Then perched on the edge and took a bite out of it. He appeared so confident for someone so little, my heart swelled with pride. “We you come to the Blood moon festival? Uncle..” “Kratos Perses,” the guardian said chuckling.