Michael Jackson Game Moonwalker Novels & Stories

The pack’s compound was quiet, a calm that felt deceptively serene. The crescent moon symbol, etched into the wooden beams above the main entrance, glinted in the early morning light as Isla stood just inside the gates. Her pulse raced, each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she took in the scene before her. This was Luca’s world. A world she now shared, for better or worse.

Intense music played in the background, a fast, rhythm that made you heart chase the sound, like it was trying to stay in time with the music fast pace. When I walk in I find there's only Bray and two others were playing some war game. Bray was on the armchair, arms crossed over his chest while the other two took up the couch, shoving at each other and laughing. "No! Dude, no! Where on the same team! Come on!" One of the guys says throwing up his hands. "You just killed me! What was that for! I was soon close to winning!" he groans and slouches on the seat. The other guy laughs, still pressing buttons rapidly on the remote in his hand. "I told you to watch your back!" He smirked instantly wa

“I am the person who writes down the bill.” The pull snapped. The pool shuddered into stillness, its surface smoothing with the offended dignity of a creature who has been told it will not be fed tonight. The red in it dimmed to a stain instead of a flame. “You’ve wounded it,” Maera said, and if there was triumph in her voice it was the quiet sort that prefers accuracy to celebration. “When the moon lifts, it will not redden fully. It will mouth at the tide and not drink.” “It’s not the same as ending it,” Evelyn said, exhausted down to the bones that conversations live in.

The rhythm of the tango grew faster, shifting from a slow dance into a wild Latin beat. Damian and Scarlett spun through the center of the lounge, bodies pressed close, her short skirt lifting higher with every turn. She was the only she-wolf after six Unclaimed Moons who had broken the rules and still earned a second appearance. If I was cool water, Scarlett was liquor, the fire burning through his blood and tempting him toward the edge. The music stopped abruptly. They looked at each other, breathless, then burst into laughter.

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?

Just like me. But it’s not the truth of what he is that rattles me most. It’s what he said: Finding me tonight. Because tonight, there’ll be a full moon.

Maybe Maverick was right, going back for Martin will get all three of us killed. To our left there’s significantly less arrows littering the ground, apparently that’s the edge of their range. I look at Madeline and she nods, seeing it too. “Ready?” I ask. “Ready!” she replies. Her face is determined. We can’t let Martin, Maverick or ourselves down. We have to make it. Martin is really trying to walk but he leans heavily on our shoulders. Our progress is slow and arrows whizz all around us. The Moon Goddess must be on our side because we make it back to Maverick and the others.

“You are not special. You are not Luna. You are not mine.” Her eyes flickered. Something in her face cracked open and then shut again so fast he almost missed it. It shouldn’t have bothered him. It bothered him like claws raked down his own ribs. He snarled at himself silently and didn’t back down. “You are here,” he said, gray eyes locked on hers, “because if you vanish, MoonRiver becomes a target. If you’re snatched, I become weak. If you die, I lose control. And I do. Not. Lose. Control. Are we clear?”

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

Jermaine Jackson says with a big laugh. Michael glares at his younger brother. He cannot help it. Ever since the Moonfang Chronicle reported that Joe went into Michael's Moonfire Lodge several winters ago, Jermaine brings it up every single day just to make Michael mad. The papers say Joe went into the private den with him and that they look like a perfect alpha and omega pair. That silly news scribe does not know how close Michael is to tearing their whole stone lodge down to the ground. "Did you see this photo, Mother?" Jackie Jackson asks. He points his finger at the big wall behind them. A magic projection shows a big picture of Michael and Joe dancing the warrior moon dance at the banqu