Moon Knight Graphic Novels & Stories

"What do you need me to do?" Kael sat up, running a hand through his hair. "They need to see you. Not as a threat or a stranger, but as a person. They need to know why I chose you." "You did not choose me," Lyra said. "The moon goddess did." Kael smiled, and it was the first real smile she had seen from him since they left the cave. "I would have chosen you anyway. If I had met you in the market or the forest or anywhere else, I would have found a reason to stay near you. I would have found a way to make you mine."

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

“You are after Selene for her position as the Moon Goddess. You must remember that you are also a daughter of the moon. You have your own place, and you have as many who honor you, if not more.” “My position under the moon is unjustified.” Artemis rolled her eyes. “No, it isn’t.” Achilles spoke. “Even if Selene is the Goddess of the Moon and has domain over were-animals, you have your own merits.” Achilles sighed as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “You are an excellent hunter with unparalleled abilities.” After that statement, Nyx leaned forward, and I could no longer hear what they were saying. I waited patiently for some sort of sign that it was time to act. With each passing se

As I watch, the image begins to change, a new figure appearing on the brand. What was once a brand in the shape of a pentagram, with flames flowing out from the circle and lines in red, orange, and yellow colors, now included a full moon within the circle, glowing brightly in the background. The flames looked as if they were real, able to burn if I placed my finger too close. The moon shined brightly as if it was lighting up the night sky, little craters of darkness spread out within. Clotho gasps from her seat on the couch, jumping up and rushing in my direction. She runs her fingers over the marking, amazement lighting up her eyes. “You did it.” She says, tears watering her eyes, threateni

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

The bustle of the Moonbane pack was overwhelming to Layla. The Moonbane insignia of a large waning crescent moon with the Moon Goddess standing fiercely in the middle was everywhere she looked. It felt like overkill. She couldn't even remember her father's pack's insignia.

I felt hollow to the core. The Moonstone Pack's crest was displayed on the wall, its presence commanding and impossible to ignore. In the center, a crescent moon made of polished obsidian seemed to faintly glow, capturing every bit of light as if it held the night sky within it. Stars were etched deeply into the rough granite surrounding the moon, their sharp points contrasting against the smoother stone. Below the moon, a snarling wolf's head emerged, every detail—its sharp fangs, narrowed eyes, and furrowed brow—etched so precisely that it felt alive. The mix of dark obsidian and rugged granite gave the crest a powerful, unshakable presence. It wasn't just a symbol; it was a reminder of wh

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”