Marc Spector: Moon Knight Novels & Stories

I rap with my knuckles on the table. “You mentioned something about our roles too?” Marco looks at me tentatively. He has had a rough go of things since Silver Moon. Whatever happened with Kas disappearing from the giant crystal, he took it personally. He requested a week off to get his head straight. I told him to take as long as he needed. He is someone who is important to Kas. She would hate to lose him as one of her guards. It upset me at first when I heard he tried to wake her up from her vision, but I also understand he was worried and trying to help.

“Colton, please, claim me.” He chuckled and moved against my ear. “I, Colton Stokes, the future beta of the Midnight Moon pack, reject you, Harper Kirby, as my mate.” I screamed as simultaneously the pleasure of the orgasm and the pain of the rejection ripped through me.

Kael had one rule he never broke. Every piece of pack business, big or small, personal or official, he handled in strict order of priority. Never missed a beat. I'm Ella, his promised mate. I'd teased him about it more times than I could count. One evening, I tossed out the same question I'd asked a hundred times before: "Our Moon Vow ceremony has to be at the top of your list by now, right?" Every time I asked, he'd change the subject. There was always something more important. I could never figure out what could possibly matter more than bonding with me. Until the night I accidentally drank wine laced with wolfsbane at a banquet. The pain was unbearable. Kael scooped me up and drove straig

Now I see it’s not. Ronan is here. I arrive at the company, and head straight for Leo. “So?” “Some broker named Knight Watch. They got the weapons from them.” He stops to catch his breath. “This is a problem, Marc. Everyone knows not to cross us, but this person doesn’t seem to give a fuck.” Of course, connections with Hearst is not where it’ll end with Ronan. To do something as bold as sneaking into my fucking mansion killing my mother, and still having the guts to face me? This broker must be the reason for that confidence.

He rode out alone, with his mate held tight against his broad, bare chest. "Stop right there!" Marcus shouted through the speakers, his hand rising to signal the mercenaries on the wall. "One more step and I tell them to drop the winches!" Caspian reined the stallion in at the marker. He didn't draw his sword. He didn't roar. He simply reached down, his big hand closing over mine, and lifted my left arm into the cold afternoon air. The heavy silver pendant of the First Moon Seal rested against my chest, catching the pale winter sunlight, its carved crescent moon gleaming with a quiet, undeniable authority.

“It’s real. I saw it tonight. The Moon’s mark, blazing bright. Disgusting.” Roan raised a brow. “The Moon does not bind lightly, Marcus. You know that.” Marcus leaned forward, silver eyes sharp as blades. “The Moon is blind. She binds where she will, without sense or order. I will not let her mistake dictate my pack’s future.” Roan said nothing, only studied him with that unnerving calm. Marcus’s lips curled. “That’s where Selene comes in.” Finally, Roan smiled — slow, thin, calculating. “Ah.”

“‘If her fire turns dark, all will burn beneath her name.’” Lyra’s gaze drifted to the darkened moon. “Let’s just hope she still remembers who she is.” In Draven’s camp, the air vibrated with energy. Nova could feel it building, a rhythm like a second heartbeat — deep, ancient, pulling at her blood. The Moonfire mark on her chest burned, not with pain, but with power. Kael appeared beside her, face pale in the firelight. “He’s going too far,” he muttered. “This ritual — it’s not meant for mortals.”

I suddenly heard the annoying voice and gritted my teeth. "You had everything you fucking wanted Richard. What the hell does this mean? I am your Luna! This is complete disrespect to the moon goddess?" I spat glaring at him. "mmmm, I see, but I think I have something to say." He said and bent closer to me. "you are missing something. I'm in charge. No one can save you. Not even Kieran. Else maybe..." He spat and raised my neck. "just like I thought. Only I can mate and mark you. You were willing him for a year but never got marked. You are such a reject." He cursed and I closed my eyes.

Or care for me. “Still.” He doesn’t say anything after this, instead turning to the right. It’s then that I make out his friends, Hermes and Zeke. They’re frowning at Ronan, probably confused as to why he’s the only one allowed to make his digs at me. They’re not aware of the deal we’ve struck – No one is. “Come on, Ronan. Damon's going to be pissed.” Zeke rubs his hands together for warmth, shooting me a cold stare.

Kaia POV By the time I leave the hospital the moon was shining brightly in the sky. Her ethereal beauty glowing across my pack lands, making it look like the most innocent of places. You wouldn’t have thought a deathly battle had erupted only a few hours ago. It’s astonishing that we were able to keep them away from the central buildings, away from those who wouldn’t be able to fight back. Hector and I had extracted some information from Marc, but it appears he wasn’t entrusted with that much information on the White Moon pack. Not as much as we thought he would have been anyway.