Moon Fanf Novels & Stories

Stars frost-edged the sky. He spoke first. “When this ends—if we survive—Moonfang will need new traditions. A council of equals, perhaps a Luna chosen by more than lineage.” Her heartbeat stuttered. “A Luna?” He turned, clasping her hands. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. But someday—if seasons of proof suffice—would you consider?” She searched his eyes—earnest, tired, shining with something fragile. “One season at a time,” she whispered. Then, surprising herself, kissed his soot-blackened knuckles. “Live through dawn, and we’ll start counting.”

A student taps the banner in passing, and it rolls over to reveal the words inscribed on it: GREYSTONE’S HIGH WINTER FORMAL IS HERE: A Night Under The Stars. It's such a cliche tagline. And yet, it stirs a warm feeling in my stomach. Like a blast from the past, the memory of watching the stars past midnight tugs a smile on my lips. Mr Miller’s Calc equations breeze past me as I take another glance at the banner. The thought of reenacting a night of stargazing with her builds up heat in my chest, drowning out every thought of the Lycan. Slowly, a coy plan forms in my mind.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

Ma rolled her eyes at the complaining going on around her and thought once more if only Lorna could be here like we always planned. A soft musical voice sounded out of nowhere, "Our sweet girl is right where she is supposed to be. Luna of the Starlight we always knew she would never be here for this. She has her job to do and she has taken to it wonderfully. Be proud my Luna friend." The men froze in a circle around Ma and her fey friend. This was the first time any of them, including the angel, had come into contact with a faerie. She was short, only coming to below Lorn's pecks, and had long pink hair, big brown eyes, a straight little nose, with cupid bow lips of pink. She was wearing a d

Selene's POV "I will respect any decision you make Selene! All you have to do is state it." He replied to me, and I nodded. "I will be in this pack for a while and though I know you want me back as your Luna but I'm not interested in rushing it. I will be here first as your best friend to show that I have forgiven you. Nothing romantic. I need to learn this new you and if it's something I finally find myself interested in, I will go ahead with the mating decision." I said to him and he laughed.

Trevor called out, peeking from the curtains. Tristan winked at Luna before standing up. He closed his book and kept it on the chair. He walked toward Trevor with one hand on his waist. "What is Trevor talking about?" She asked Phoebe. "Just some random statue of the moon goddess. They seem to believe it changes shape every day." "And it doesn't?" "I don't know." She said it honestly. "I never saw any changes." "Perhaps I might," Luna said.

“I know, and I am sure you have heard the rumors too, but no, those two aren’t dating, aren’t married, and no, she isn’t his sex slave.” Josey wasn’t laughing about them, but did find the rumor about her being his sex slave a new one to ask Mara jokingly about. “Oh, one more thing, under no circumstance, are you to work late on a full moon and you must have your phone on at all times during that evening. Tarrin has a superstition about the moon or something, he says workers get lazy towards the night and he doesn’t want to pay people who don’t work. I find it ridiculous, but he’s the boss.”

Why was she so mad? I felt a soft breeze behind me, enough to blow my hair in my face, making me turn around looking up to see the moon high in the sky, glowing brightly. Almost as if someone was giving me a sign. I blinked up at the bright glowing satellite a few times, was it my mom?

I looked into his eyes before sliding to my knees and taking him in my mouth. I loved this man and that was all that mattered. Mr. Xavier, aka Moon, returns in Mafia High

Zero said so Moon's face suddenly brightened. "Do you mean flying a lantern?" Moon asked so Zero suddenly smiled. "Yes! Do you know what time that will start?" Zero asked. "This night, you were too early to run away." Moon said so Zero pout. "Is that so, can you fly lanterns too?" Zero asked, Moon nodded. "Yes, this is my first time flying a lantern so I'm here to buy a lantern." Moon said so Zero's eyes widened. "Me too!" Zero said excitedly so Moon's eyebrow rose.