Novelas y relatos de Moonbound

“Then that’s what matters.” Jessica joined them, brushing crumbs from her hands. “The Moon clearly approves,” she said, glancing at the faint shimmer that seemed to cling to Baylee’s skin whenever she was near Lacey. Baylee rolled her eyes. “If one more person brings up the Moon, I’m going to start howling at it.” Jessica laughed. “Please don’t. You’ll start a trend.” --- The Triplet Challenge Later, the triplets decided the pack was too quiet and announced the first annual Silverveil “Moon Games.”

This could work out even better than she imagined. “What’s your plan?” Ryan’s face lit up as he broke down the details of their plan. They’d begin one week after the next full moon, giving them time to get everything in order and ensure all the wolves had sufficiently weakened from the power of the Moon Goddess’s blessing. Mona was feeling a bit tipsy from the scotch. Worrying about getting home safely, she stood to excuse herself and stumbled. Ryan moved with lupine grace and caught her before she could fall. Heat spread through her body at the contact, surprising her. She never expected to have a physical reaction to anyone other than Damien. After all the rejection and humiliation he put

"The siphon is beaming directly upward. Target location... the dark side of the Moon. Ouroboros has a lunar base, and they are stealing our core energy!" Jack looked up at the sky, his Void arm pulsing with dark, violent anticipation. "Marcus. Katherine," Jack ordered, turning to his Vanguard and his Queen. "We have a pest control problem on the Moon. Let's go cancel their lease."

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

(Logan’s POV) The moon was a silent, gravitational terror. Even deep within the bedrock of the secluded bunker, sealed away from any direct view of the sky, I could feel its immense, undeniable pull. It wasn't a gentle influence; it felt like a cosmic hand reaching down, grabbing the raw, untamed beast Damian had put inside me, and demanding that it rise.

The ridge above Silvercrest was quiet in a way the compound below could never be. steady, No firelight reached this high ground. No voices carried far enough to disturb the wind. Only the moon dominated the sky, full, silver, and steady, casting pale illumination across stone and grass like a world washed clean of past violence.

The Lunar Dark Side The ship’s automated proximity sensor, powered by a tiny, shielded radioactive battery, nudged Kael awake as they entered the Moon’s shadow. The transition was violent; without the sun’s radiance, the temperature on the ship’s hull dropped instantly. Vara was already awake, her obsidian skin perfectly at home in the lunar gloom. "We are approaching the Mare Tranquillitatis," she signaled through the direct-link neural patch. "The Syndicate base is hidden within a collapsed lava tube. They aren't using solar power. They’re using Helium-3 Fusion."

"That won't stop whoever sent this. It'll just make you a prisoner." "He's manipulating you," Sky hissed. "Don't listen to him." But Lucius's logic made sense. Sort of. "Then what do I do?" "You stay alert. You trust no one except the people you know won't betray you." "And who's that?" He smiled slightly. "That's for you to decide." I looked down at the note in my hands. ‘The Lunar Moon is coming.’ "What's the Lunar Moon?" "A specific phase. When the moon is at its fullest and brightest. The next one happens in three weeks."

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

Savannah leaned over the cloth that the papers had been wrapped in. "There's uh... There's something underneath." She lifted the edge carefully. A smaller folded sheet lay hidden inside the lining. My mother's seal marked the front, a crescent moon pressed in dark wax. Savannah looked at me. "Do you want me to-" "No." My voice was rough, "It's fine. I'll do it." I broke the seal. The page unfolded with a soft crackle. Only a few lines waited inside. My mother's handwriting again. "If Valtheris has found the next Luna, do not trust the wardline alone."