Michael Jackson Game Moonwalker Novels & Stories

A cold pressure at the base of my skull that didn't come from anything I could see. I turned left. The window. The shape behind the mesh was already moving. I had the metal rack in both hands before I understood I had moved. The window came in. The frame, the glass, the figure through it and the rack met him at shoulder height with the full weight of everything I had put into it, and the sound it made was very loud in the small room and he went down into the remaining glass and didn't get up quickly. Marcus was already moving on the door.

“To show the new peace and harmony between the North and the South, the Kings will open the floor with a special demonstration!” Everybody started clapping. I felt a wave of annoyance. I wasn't in the mood for games, I just wanted to sit here and smell my mate. Maddox reached into a basket and pulled out a small, folded ball of paper. He opened it and grinned. “The first game is called The Descent of the Moon.” He looked toward us, and I saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Momma?” “Come here Bells.” My mom groaned. I quickly found her, blood coming from her gut. There was a dark pool surrounding her, “Momma, you have a boo boo.” My mom chuckled, wincing as she spoke, “I know. I’ll be ok, ok?” “Ok.” Little me agreed. “I need you to play a game with me, ok?” Little me hesitated but went with it. “Ok… What game?” “It’s called, ‘Find A.J. You can play that can’t you?” I nodded frantically, “Yeah! I can’t play that! I like A.J!”

So Em moved over to let her sit on the bed with them and launched into the events of last night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mickey just stared at them….. “Soooo.. you’re saying.. you don’t want to get him back?” Mickey was frowning at this revelation, she had worked tirelessly on her plan. “You sound a little too disappointed about that”. Sylvia pointed out. But Mickey actually looked extremely disappointed. So Em threw her a bone. “Maybe let’s table it for now.. he did help me. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play a little trick on someone else..”

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

The wolf who had murdered my parents and destroyed my pack was now somewhere in the compound, waiting to be transported to the Moon Temple. "How is he?" I managed to ask, sitting up and reaching for my clothes. "Subdued. The suppressants are working." Jackson moved to the window, looking out at the pale morning light. "He asked about you." A chill ran through me. "What did he want to know?" "If you were really who you claimed to be." Jackson turned back to me, his expression grim. "He laughed when they told him you'd be at the demonstration." I forced myself to breathe steadily, pushing back the surge of anger and fear that threatened to overwhelm me. "He thinks this is all a game."

The moon hung full and silver above them, its light turning everything to glass and shadow. Mara raised her hands for silence. “Tonight, we honor not just our victory, but our unity. We stand together because we chose to trust each other.” Her eyes turned to Lena. “We welcome our new Luna, who stood between darkness and light and chose both. Without her, this pack would not stand as one.” Lena’s throat tightened as the pack howled in unison—a deep, powerful sound that echoed through the valley. Damian turned to her, his voice low but sure. “You are my equal, Lena. My moon. My mate.”

Together, they would rebuild, renew, and create a future that no one could ever take away from them. The moon overhead glowed brightly, its light illuminating the pack in its silver radiance. It was a reminder of their bond, a symbol of the strength of unity, of love, of power. And as the pack howled again, their voices mingling with the wind, Leora's chest swelled with pride. This was her family. This was her future. And she would fight for it. Always.

I’m trying to get used to a day without him, without hearing his voice, feeling his close contact and everything. “Did you cheat?” Jethro exclaimed when I won the game we are playing inside his room. “How will I do that?” I mockingly laugh at him. “You said you are the best in this game.” “Let’s do round two!” “Okay!” After a thousand rounds of defeating him, he dropped his body on the floor and tantrum like a kid. I slap his shoulder and continuously laugh at him. Some other days, we went to places too, like some other mall where I don’t have some other existing memory. Familiar places will only ruin my mood, especially going to places where Airo took me before.