Michael Jackson Game Moonwalker Novels & Stories

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.

“What the fuck for?” “We’re gonna play a little game. You like games, right, Michael? You seem to play them on the ladies. They say no, and you chase a little game of cat and mouse. The thing is, Michael, you didn’t touch just any pussy this time. You touched my lioness, and there needs to be a price for that.” When Michael doesn’t move, I nod at Tony, who points the gun at the coward’s temple. I lean forward in my chair, twirling the sharp blade on the small table. “Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.”

I said resolutely. Papa flashed me a proud smile and nodded with me. It was quiet for a moment, and I could tell that he was trying to figure out how to say something. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. I felt the tension in the room rise. I looked to Xander who looked at me with uncertainty. Whatever we were about to hear was not going to be good. “I was not supposed to present myself early, but the mission would fail if I did not. The Moon has grown impatient, a flaw of hers grounded in the misconception that she is the ultimate authority. Ezekiel made a deal with her, and she surely does love her deals.”

He gulped, feeling goosebumps on his skin, blood moon, blue moon, he could hear the laughter of his enemies echoing in his eyes. "Now I know why we couldn't find her soul" Erroll shook, staring at the moon with admiration. "A witch kept it safe" King Caesar's eyes darkened. "It has to be one of the originals" Erroll shrugged. "Two escaped after all" he turned to the King, he could feel the anger raging from him as he glared at the moon like it had everything against him "I believe you know what this means?" "Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!

Her amber eyes scanned the group, encouraging participation, her stance wide and grounded as she gestured to the weapon rack. The pack responded eagerly, about twenty members forming pairs, their forms shifting between human and wolf as they warmed up. The air filled with the sounds of clashing staffs and playful growls, the clearing alive with movement. Jasper, lean and steady with his shaggy brown hair, partnered with a younger wolf, his hazel eyes focused as he coached with a calm, “Keep your guard up—anticipate the strike!” His moon tattoo on his wrist glowed faintly, a quiet anchor in the chaos.

“My brother made sure I was well aware of all the tricks any guy might use to use me as an attempt to climb the pack hierarchy. So keep any ideas of strip poker to yourself. I’d hate for you to take the walk of shame already.” Michael gave me a grin that sent my heart into an erratic beat. God, he was attractive when he dropped the mask. “Think you’d beat me? Let’s see if you can back up that mouth of yours.” Michael leaned over and a box of game tokens on the table. They were a mix of Monopoly houses, some shaped like wooden logs, and others were simple plastic disks. As he gave each token a value, I couldn’t help but grow a little suspicious. “You had this all planned out, didn’t you?”