Moana Music Novels & Stories

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

“I’m fine. Someone has to make sure you don’t get lazy after your big win.” Zach grinned... that cocky, devastatingly handsome smile that always made Noah’s knees feel weak. Without saying another word, he pulled off his black tank top and threw it on the floor, revealing the sculpted perfection of his torso, broad shoulders, rock-hard abs glistening with sweat, and that large dragon tattoo curving over his left shoulder and down his powerful arm. The dim overhead lights made every ridge and valley of muscle stand out, highlighting the raw masculine power of his body. Noah swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He looked away quickly, busying himself with wrapping his hands.

She answered with a broken whine, thighs trembling, pussy clenching so hard I almost lost it right there. Her tears dropping on the desk as I increased my pace, her whole body locked… her back arching off the desk, thighs shaking like they might give out. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My waist was snapping harder and deeper into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the office made my heart skipped fast, I'm quite popular in the establishment and anyone could enter. Sophia’s moans cracked open, no longer whispers, just ragged little gasps she tried to choke down.

" So, was the coitus good? I mean, was it worth the pain you are going to go through now that you've got a bun in the roaster?" Ladies and gentlemen, this is what I have had to put up with all my life. Moana's POV " I do not want presently mama ." " But Moana, you asked for another plate. I just made it and now you are saying-" " Okay fine if you are forcing me, I will have it." I let out an inflated defeated shriek as I took the alternate plate of flapjacks from her and started cutting into it causing my family to let out a scarf coming to me." Adipose."

There’s also loud music playing. I see kids running around, some in circles as they play, some with adults and juvenile wolves. Both in human and wolf form. I see some adult wolves, but most look to be around Zayne’s age maybe a few years older. A few others are dancing in on the side. I see some others sitting in groups on blankets spread out on the grass, talking and laughing. Just like the full moon gathering we used to have back home. "Alina?!” a loud voice calls over the music.