Marc Spector: Moon Knight Novels & Stories

The only present that I could afford for her was this handmade pendant that was her name molded with metal wire, with a rose quartz shaped as a crescent Moon, fixed on the top of her name's last 'A'. Entering through the main gate, I made my way towards the garden when someone pulled my hair harshly and yanked it, causing me to fall on my back. I hissed in pain, rubbing my back. Neither I have to look up to know who that motherfucker is nor I have to tell you. "Get up, you useless piece of shit!" Her voice was filled with annoyance and extreme anger. Taking the support of the ground, I forced myself to get up to just be pushed against a wall by Mara, her canines extended. Her free hand quick

He lifted his hand and scrutinized the pendant. The urge to marry her was so strong that Leo was having a hard time stopping his mouth from proposing to November. She hasn’t even told him she loves him back! Is 9 months a short time to get married though? “Moon bracelet, a testimony that the Moon God shall protect whoever owns one of it.” Leonidas turned hearing that, he stood up. He frowned, he didn’t hear the door opening nor did his secretary ring him up so how did this guy enter his office?

A burn mark shaped like a crescent moon. Luna’s blood went cold instantly. Impossible. No fucking way. “Elias,” she whispered. The man smiled beneath the mask. “Miss me?” Alexander’s gaze snapped toward her. “You know him.” Luna couldn’t breathe properly for half a second. Elias Kane. Ghost Sector operative designation: Specter. One of the dead, one of the six survivors, one of the only people alive who knew every ugly thing Phantom had ever done. “You died,” she said coldly.

The man who trained him. He was huge. Broad. His arms were covered in scars. His eyes were flat. "Kael Blackwood," Marcus said. "Last chance. Yield now, and I'll let you walk away." "No." "Then may the moon have mercy on you." Kael squeezed my hand. Then he let go. And walked into the circle. ---

“That really looked like Selene,” Drake said, his face turning pale. “Don’t be ridiculous. That is the Frostvale heiress. Frostvale…” Scarlett’s voice suddenly stopped. She bit her lip, panic flashing through her eyes. Only after they were seated did they see Orion escort me to Karl Silvermoon’s side. The smile on my face seemed to hurt them. On the moon altar, Silvermoon’s chief elder stood beneath the Moon Goddess totem. His aged voice carried across the entire altar.

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

“You wouldn’t.” “Omega tears are more effective than anything in my satchel,” Greta said. “I’d weaponize them gladly.” Kade huffed a quiet laugh. Draven shot him a look that could have peeled paint. “Don’t you have work to do?” “Yes,” Kade said. And in that yes lived a promise. Marla was in a cell. Cassia was in a cell. Tomas was in a cell, both arms splinted and bound across his chest, whimpering whenever he tried to move.

"I'm busy with something." "Right, so there's been a few hindrances," Marct said, standing up from Jackson's lap and walking over to me. "I just had a report from my guys. Someone has been following Jackson in the last week," I fought the urge to gasp and kept a straight face, while my heart picked up. "Two people, to be exact. They're from another Mafia. The Scorpios," Marct placed his iPad right in front of me, showing a picture of a man walking across the screen, wearing all black, with a cap covering his face. Right at the back of his left hand was a tattoo of a scorpion. "Do you recognise it?"

a voice said. I did not turn. “I don’t sleep anymore,” I replied. Marcus stopped beside me. Marcus was tall and lean, with sharp eyes and scars that told stories he never spoke about. He had once been the right hand of Alpha Kaiser, the former Alpha of Blood Moon. The same Alpha whose rule ended in blood and fire. The same Alpha who once owned Maya like property. Marcus hated Blood Moon more than anyone I knew. “They are celebrating over there,” Marcus said quietly. “Blood Moon’s Alpha walks free.”

It was Leo Clarke. Marcus stood and gave a subtle signal. Leo hesitated, but eventually approached and sat across from him. “Who are you? And why have you been following me?” Leo asked, his voice hoarse. “My name is Marcus. I work for Ashton Knight,” Marcus replied bluntly. At the mention of Ashton’s name, Leo stiffened. He immediately stood up, ready to leave. “I don’t know anything. I have nothing to do with Ashton Knight or that insane scandal. Leave me alone.”