Masonic Blazing Star Novels & Stories

The logs snapped and cracked, and a trail of smoke spiraled toward the sky like a whispered promise. The priestess stepped back. “Now,” she said, “Each of you may come forward to burn your tokens. But before you do…” She smiled, voice rising. “The future of Moonstone has an announcement.” The crowd stilled. Mason stepped up onto the platform. The firelight danced across his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle—a smooth stone, I realized, wrapped in a piece of velvet. He cleared his throat.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

“I can’t promise safety. I can’t promise we’ll never face pain or loss. But I can promise that we have the ability to use the relics on our own terms. Not as tools for gods, not as puppets, but as wolves. That is the mark I carry." She raised her arm, exposing the new symbol on her wrist. A star surrounded by a crescent, the mark of the Starheart. It burned faintly against her skin, its glow like a heartbeat. "This is proof. The Starheart can respond to us. Not just to Nyx. Not just to any higher power. To us. Wolves." The murmurs from the council room grew louder, more contemplative. She had their attention now. I stood a little taller beside her, my presence solid and unwavering. "I follow

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!

But then, the MC taps the mic, and everyone’s attention shifts to him, including mine. A hush falls over the reception hall as the elders step forward, dressed in the ceremonial robes of our pack. I force myself to focus as the ceremony begins with the lighting of the Moon Fire—a blue flame that flickers in the silver basin at the center of the hall. It is said to draw direct blessings from the Moon Goddess upon the couples. It symbolizes unity and eternal devotion to protecting their marriage. Hiram and Juniper step forward, their hands bound together with woven silver threads, signifying their souls intertwining. My brother, Alpha King Hollis, the officiant, raises his hands.

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.

He blurted out, "Sect Master Chase, is the artifact spirit of your Greedy Wolf Blade actually the Greedy Wolf Star Lord?" Hearing that, Chase froze. He only knew Greedy Wolf's artifact spirit, Absolute Evil, seemed tied to the Greedy Wolf Star somehow. Chase figured they just borrowed star power from each other, though. This kind of method even had a name. Stars Arcane Technique. It meant you could tap into the star power of different star lords to boost yourself. In exchange, you offered them regular tributes. The Greedy Wolf Star was the God of Slaughter. To get its blessing, you needed to spill blood.

The excruciating pain banged louder in his heart, giving him the feeling of his organs being shredded into pieces. “It can't be... it can't be the red moon goddess necklace." No.....” Calven shouted and banged his palms on the floor. The moon goddess necklace was a jade pendant capable of inflicting serious excruciatingly awful pain. A jade pendant that hurts both wolves and other celestial beings, including Simone. A vision flashed before his eyes, the nightmare of a girl set on ablaze of fire and was quickly switched to the necklace. The image of the holder was blurred, and more squinting at the image could make him go blind. Nevertheless, he was able to see a familiar marking on the holde

Word of the Flame Queen traveled faster than fire itself. Elizabeth stood atop the Moonspire, watching the stars. Lucian joined her. “Do you ever wonder… if we’ll make it?” She leaned into him. “I don’t wonder. I choose to believe.” He brushed her hair back. “Then I’ll believe with you.” Below them, the united packs trained, built, and prepared. Above them, a new star had appeared. It pulsed black at its center. The Forgotten God had seen her victory. And it was coming.

“Someone put it there on purpose. It didn't just fall off a wagon. The question is: who did it?” I leaned closer to the fire, the heat warming my shins. As I looked at the leather tube, something caught my eye. There was a wax seal on the cap with a crescent moon—the symbol of the High Coven. I had seen it a thousand times, but as I looked closer, I realized something was wrong. There were seven stars around the moon, just like the mark on my wrist, but one star was different. It wasn't a star at all; it was a tiny rune hidden in the design.