Metro Kingdom Power Moons Novels & Stories

"What is the Moon Gate?" She looked at me. "The place where the First Moon Queen sealed the ancient power." The High Elder laughed. "Power that belongs to Amelia." I shook my head. "I destroyed that power." "You destroyed the part that wanted to control you." He smiled. "The power itself is still there." The earth began to shake. A crack opened beneath the battlefield. Silver light erupted from it. Wolves stopped fighting. Everyone stared. The mountains began to split. A massive crescent-shaped doorway emerged from beneath the earth.

His eyes flash: warning, protective, and furious. But I don’t retreat. “I did not disrupt your borders,” I say clearly. My voice does not shake. The messenger studies me carefully. “No?” he replies. “Then explain the sky.” The memory burns bright in my mind. The light. The power. The mark sealing. I lift my chin. “I was claimed by my mate under the will of the Moon Goddess.” Murmurs ripple between the visiting wolves. “The Moon Goddess does not destabilize packs,” the Eastmarch representative counters.

“I was visited by the Moon Goddess in a dream.” They gasped. “The rogues will come for me on the next full moon, so we only have six days to avert this. One of the easiest ways for me to be safe is to have all four marks before then, however, I can’t necessarily have them that close together. With each mark, both the King Consort in question and I will gain new powers, but we don’t know what they are. When Callum and I marked and mated, as you all saw, things went a little mad. Fortunately that settled quickly.”

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

“Why is it on me?” Mara’s eyes, so burdened with secrets, met mine. “The Lunar Chosen. A benefactor—or victim—of the Moon Goddess. It only comes out in periods of great transition, when packs are on the verge of unity or collapse. The one with the mark holds the power to even the scales.” My stomach twisted. “Power? I don’t have any power. I’m wolfless, Mara. You know that.”

None, even at their most ambitious, was brazen enough to wish for a tree. "We found a Moon Mango tree and a few other plants of the same affinity. We have also found a tribe of moon fox in the Medicine Mountain and have taken some of their sucklings for grooming. We will put mana bricks on the market in a few months, but it will only be available to those who join our organization. So far, it's just the Devos Province who's joined, therefore, you will be our first and only customer."

Then Victor smiles. “Moonstone is the prize.” Rourke activates the table display. A hologram flares to life—topographic maps, trade routes, energy nodes. Moonstone territory glows like a beating heart. “Country-scale control,” Rings says. “Forests, mines, ley lines, ports. Moonstone regulates half the black-market flow of refined lunar ore.” “And the elders,” Victor adds. “Old blood and old rules. They are predictable.” I lean back, crossing my arms. “You’re talking about dismantling a sovereign power.”

Alpha Ulric let the men talk amongst themselves while they took in the information. “What packs are doing this? What Alphas and Alphas-to-be are doing this?” Alpha Reese from New Moon said. “At least Cold Moon, Eclipse, Far Side, Storm Moon, Mead Moon, and Crescent Moon. I suspect there may be more,” Alpha Ulric said. More murmurs and talking.

“It’s rare.” “How rare?” Aldric asked. Marcus’s expression was serious. “In the last five hundred years… only four have been recorded.” Regina’s pulse quickened. “And I’m one of them?” “Yes.” Her mind struggled to process the information. “What does it mean?” Marcus stood slowly, walking toward the large window behind his desk. “Blood Moon wolves are… catalysts.” “Catalysts for what?” Aldric asked. Marcus turned back toward them. “Power.” Regina’s stomach dropped.

I ask her. "Yes, Alpha. A Moon-made is created for Alphas and as such, can be marked and mated to any Alpha that steps forward to claim her. Once you mark her, you will ultimately unlock all her dormant powers and abilities. A Moon-made can heal, she can raise the dead, she can restore, she can protect, she can make you unbeatable. And all these powers can be unlocked once she is marked by an Alpha." "By our Alpha," Thaddeus adds.