Michael Jackson Game Moonwalker Novels & Stories

I looked around at the yelling and tense faces. “Artemis” I spoke loudly to catch his attention, though it seemed I already had it. He was watching me still. “You are sure about this? You think the Moon Goddess visited?” I asked him. The room slowly hushed again, to allow Artemis to answer my question. “Yes” was all he said. “Alpha Gunner, accepts and agrees with Artemis. He has said that during the ceremony, the Luna told him she could feel the presence of the Moon Goddess” Cole said loudly,

“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.

They stood right along the pool next to each other. "This is a dedication going out to Ethan Hollen's grandma, fiancee and children, and to Martin's fiancee. This is for you guys!" the DJ announced. He started playing Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" and Ethan and Martin broke out into a dance. They were dancing just like Michael Jackson did in his music video. It was amazing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had no idea he was such a great dancer. He was doing the moonwalk like he was the one who invented it.

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.

"Shane, I'm here for a mission. I hope you can cooperate." When he heard my voice, Shane bounced to his feet in excitement. "Janine, you’ve finally figured it out! You’re coming back with me, right? "I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me!" He looked in my direction with glee. "I'm here to kill you." My cold tone seemed to send a chill down his spine. "W-What did you say?" The System announced, "You have failed in completing your mission. The punishment shall be carried out by Janine Grover."

That was what burned. MoonRiver had a system. A harsh one, sure. Bloody, yes. But a system. Ranks. Lines. Rituals of obedience. Marla had spent her entire life perfecting the balance of being near power without being stepped on by it. That meant smiling at Draven when he was in a mood. That meant keeping Cassia in Draven’s eyeline, pretty and warm and ready to soothe tension with touch. That meant treating omegas like tools because omegas were tools. If those lines broke?

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.