Moon Knight Graphic Novels & Stories

I stated, making her laugh in my head. “Your mark is fully connected and is a complete crescent moon. It is a significant brand of the Crescent Moon pack. “I want nothing to do with my old pack and most certainly not its Alpha,” I spat as I shivered against the side of the bathtub I was leaning against.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

One day, it would burn everything. *** At eighteen, Kaelan was summoned to a sealed chamber at the heart of Nightbane’s stronghold. The corridor leading to it was long, guarded by armed soldiers. The black stone walls were covered with ancient carvings glowing faintly whenever the moon reached its peak. Kaelan stepped inside. The air was thick, laced with sulfur and aged incense. At the center of the chamber stood a massive canvas, taller than any man. The Moon Painting. It wasn’t just art. Silver light pulsed from its surface, like breath. The paint shimmered, alive. A wolf with golden eyes stared outward, piercing through anyone who dared stand before it. Kaelan felt as if his entire soul

"Way less scared than before. Less alone too. It's like you're always with me now somehow." That confirmed what I was already thinking. We were connected now. Bonded together in some weird way. "Can I take another look at your marks?" She rolled up both her sleeves without asking any questions. The blue lines were definitely shaped like moon phases. New moon. Waxing crescent. Full moon. Waning crescent. All arranged in perfect circles. I rolled up my sleeves too so she could see. Luna's mouth fell open. "Yours look exactly like mine!"

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.

Some alpha he was! He directed the ray of the flashlight to the left wall and scanned it slowly. The first thing he noticed was a large drawing made with red paint. It was a drawing of a big crescent moon, quite similar to Aella and his mother's tattoos. On the curve of the crescent, like a chair, sat someone with a crudely drawn crown on his head. Logan guessed that the person depicted the Rogue King.

Looking at Lorn, He continued, "You will see. It is impossible to teach that lesson to a mate when you want nothing but to please them." Selene clicked her tongue in frustration and reminded them, "Mark and Talons's marks, remember?" At that, the couple exposed their necks, showing their marks. As they had thought, Talons' mark was a white moon with a wolf exactly like Mark's staring lovingly up at it, and they were surrounded by a purple glow. Just as Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon behind him wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow, Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow. The ot

And then, as they rounded a corner, Rhea froze. There, etched into the wall, was a symbol she recognized. The crescent moon—the same mark that adorned her skin. “It’s real,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against the stone. “The Heart of the Moon.” Kaelan stepped closer, his eyes scanning the markings. “We’re close,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of determination and relief. “But we’re not alone.” Rhea turned, her heart sinking as the sound of footsteps echoed through the cavern. Kaelan drew his blade, his body tense as shadows emerged from the darkness.

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.