Moon's Knight Novels & Stories

The Blood Moon Key circled beside it. Lucien's Shadow Key continued hovering between the opening doors. The winged warrior watched in silence. "What are you doing?" Orion shouted. I smiled sadly. "Finding another way." The Shadow Dragon's eye narrowed. There is no other way. I lifted the Sword of Eclipse toward the heavens. Moonfire erupted around me. Golden light mingled with silver flames, forming a radiant pillar that reached into the clouds. The Crown of Luna glowed brighter than ever before. Every relic answered my call.

I admitted. “Who exactly are you?” I asked, studying him carefully. This was only the second time I had met him, yet there was something unique about him. A special aura I could not quite describe. Something noble. Ancient. Mysterious. “Like I said before, I’m Karl,” he answered. “And I am the Head of the Moon Guardian Knights.” He placed a hand over his chest and gave a gentlemanly bow. “Okay.” “So you’re a knight belonging to some secret organization.”

No darkness. Just… him. “He’ll live,” she said. The healer, Brin, glanced at her. “Will it come back?” Selene shook her head. “No.” Silence. Then, “My grandmother told stories about your kind,” Brin said. Selene looked up. “What kind?” “Moon-touched.” A pause. “Healers first. Warriors second.” Selene looked at her hands. Still slightly red. Already healing. “That sounds… like a lot,” she said.

Another Eclipse Moon warrior charged forward, aiming for Kieran’s exposed side, and Kieran had to twist violently to block the blow. The next second, two more attackers cut across my path, their bared fangs flashing under the moonlight. I ducked under the first blade, feeling it slice a strand of my hair as it passed. The second warrior swung low, attempting to sweep my legs. I kicked off the ground, flipping backward and landing with my palms glowing with simmering moonlight. The warriors lunged again, and this time, I met them head-on. I slammed my palms forward, unleashing a burst of pale lunar force. The blast struck them like a hammer, hurling both warriors across the meadow. One crashe

So this is what the Moon chose over me. A stranger. No—worse. A replacement. My jaw tightens as I’m forced to my knees. Stone scrapes my skin, but I welcome the pain. It’s the only thing grounding me, the only thing reminding me I’m still real. Still here. The circle hums. Runes ignite beneath my feet. And then— The Moon speaks. Not in words meant for ears, but in judgment meant for souls. KAEL OF BLACKTHORN. The sound of my name rips through me, stripping memory and illusion alike. Every lie I’ve told myself—about love, about loyalty, about what I deserved—burns away under her gaze.

His mouth was pressed into a hard line. Solaris guards lined the walls. The airship docked on the outer platform. A ramp extended. Lunaris knights descended first—armor pale silver, cloaks a washed-out blue, helms shaped like crescents. They split into two lines. Then he appeared. The Moon King. He walked down the ramp with slow, measured steps. His cloak hung in heavy folds of deep silver. His hair was white, straight, and cut sharply at the jaw. His skin was pale like polished stone.

My hand locked in Aegon's and the smile on my face widened when I caught sight of Knox who relaxed on a wooden chair, a smile on his countenance as well. “Welcome back to the Pack, Alpha Knox,” the man who announced the arrival of the maidens at every full moon, greeted with a bow. “Welcome back, strong men of this pack. It is a good thing to have you in our midst once again. All thanks to the moon goddess for showing us mercy again—for this victory cannot be by strength alone.” He was right. Their strengths could not do all the job. But the intervention of the moon goddess as well.

The little girl’s face brightened in visible speed when she heard Damon’s name, “He is a true God! When he kicked down the door to our cell, I knew he was the Knight Of the Moon Goddess!” The Knight Of the Moon Goddess. It’s one of the most beloved myths of little girls, about the Goddess who has the most handsome man in the world by her side as her loyal guard. He is silent, powerful, brave, and most of all -- he is loyal only to his moon goddess. His eyes is always on her, and he would allow nothing to happen to her. He is every little girl’s dream. I can’t help curving my lips when I imagine Damon’s look if he knew he had such a pretty image in these girls’ heads.

I didn’t think it could happen so soon. Or, well, I didn’t think it could happen at all in the first place. But I think… I was looking at my second chance mate. A mate that was given to you by the Moon Goddess because the first one was wrong in her eyes. In this case, my mate this time around definitely seemed right for me. Even though it still seemed like a dream that was too good to be true. Kylo Knight had become even more handsome since I last saw him, and I didn’t even know that could be possible.

How could he, the servant, let his Master face danger? But Arlen saw a different picture; there was no way those men in red, navy blue and white uniforms could be bandits after a loot. They had to be warriors from the other kingdoms. "Julius, I have to protect you," Arlen explained. "No, I won't let you leave...I," Julius froze when Arlen knitted his brows, landing a finger on his trembling lips. As the beta held his breath, Arlen slowly took his spirit weapon. Moon was made of a unique stone that helped Arlen control his powers. It could take the form of any weapon its wielder envisions within a split second. Once Moon's double-edged blade was entirely created, it tore through the curtain t