Moon Tower Inn Novels & Stories

My growth made him happy and I always pushed myself to my limits, I owed him that at least, for saving my life and showering me with love and care. “You see the mountains there?” he asked, pointing towards the horizon, “The Moon Cadence pack, our hosts, thrive on its tourists sights, that’s what makes it such an important pack, but the beasts of the wild that torment those mountains forced them to close off the scenic area and now…it’s struck them as a huge blow. As the crude oil is to Silvermoon, tourism is the main business here.” “I am sure we will do well.” I replied.

***AURORA*** The tires suddenly screeched as Ivy slammed on the brakes, bringing us to a sudden halt directly in front of the Moonspire Hotel. The luxury venue was crawling with life. Valets in pressed uniforms scurried around fleet after fleet of black sports cars and high-end SUVs, shielding wealthy pack members beneath massive golf umbrellas. Paparazzi flashes exploded like a storm near the grand glass canopy, throwing blinding white light over the heavy rain.

After about ten hours, Ravyn and Zamonte landed on the rooftop of the AB Tower in the city of Abyad, a tourist destination full of luxury spas, white sand beaches, white architecture, and. "White water?" Zamonte was struck by the abundance of white around him, and he gratefully accepted a drink offered by one of the assistants at the place. "It's regular camel milk," the assistant said. Ravyn sipped her drink quietly while a man in a white robe approached them on the rooftop.

The imposing structure, adorned with the prominent signage of 'LaDarizza Tower' exuded an aura of grandeur. She stepped out of the car with Bonnie who parted her lips in awe of the place. "Wow. This is really beautiful, ma'am," Bonnie whispered. Getting into the first floor, a uniformed man walked upto them immediately. "Good evening. You're Adira Kensington, am I right?" He asked with a genial smile. "This way, please. Mr. Jared already made a reservation for you." Following the man, they got into the elevator and went upto the seventeenth floor. The tower was quite big. It was among the biggest resorts belonging to the Wyatt Group.

I mutter under my breath. Two hours later, we take the private lift straight up to the Moonveil Citadel's crowning jewel: the Tower Penthouse. A surge of pure adrenaline hits my veins. The place costs twenty thousand gold coins a single night. It spans two massive stories, four thousand square feet of pure opulence, featuring two private master dens, an executive pack office, and a master bath equipped with a literal waterfall shower and a heated stone Jacuzzi. Spending a weekend here costs more than I make scrubbing the porcelain bowls of these gold-plated toilets in an entire year. "One final sweep before Ivanov Drakos arrives later this evening," Selene says, grabbing a fresh silk rag and

Houston Tower! Carved magnificently in brush script with a shade of blue and a shadow of light gold. A name towering a 50-floors 7-star accomodation. Paramount during the day when the sun beamed its rays to its supreme name. Picture perfect at twilight when its silhouette covered the resting sun. Magisterial at night when it towered and lit the whole city. Lori gasped for her first experience settling in a business class cabin, for riding a luxurious limo, and for sitting beside these three gentlemanly refined young men.

“You really mean to build your firm here.” “I didn’t come all this way just to admire the scenery.” We drove deeper into the city until the streets widened and the architecture changed. The buildings here were newer, taller, more polished. This was the business district and it was exactly where I needed to be. Nathan stopped the car in front of a towering glass structure that stretched nearly forty floors into the sky. It was Moonfall Tower—one of the most prestigious buildings in the entire city. On the lower floors, it housed trade offices, diplomatic representatives and corporate headquarters.

I touched the rub‍y ri​n‌g on my f‌inger. "I'm ready," I said​. Moretti Tower. Service⁠ E‌ntrance. 11:00 PM​. The skyscraper loomed above us, a monol​ith of glass and steel disap‌pearing into the mist. The lights‍ were on in the execut⁠ive suite​ o‌n the top floor. St. Clair was burni⁠ng th‌e midni​ght⁠ oil, probably c​ounting his mon⁠ey.​

As we arrived at the towering venue, I was immediately enveloped by the exquisite sight of elegantly dressed guests, mingling and savoring the extravagant atmosphere. The grand Uptown Oasis tower stood tall and majestic, its sleek glass façade shimmering under the soft glow of a thousand chandeliers. It was a beacon of opulence in the heart of the city, a testament to the wealth and power of the elite. As I ascended the grand staircase, the opulent marble floors seemed to stretch into eternity, adorned with intricately designed Persian rugs that whispered tales of distant lands. "This is Mom's first tower. I've only seen this grand hall just now because she used to forbid us from opening it.