Moonbound Novels & Stories

Julian pressed his thumb to the glass again this time the blue light moved from the machine into his skin he felt a shock move up his arm for a second he saw what Maya saw he saw the world network he saw the moon base he saw billions of souls waiting to be free. The computer voice said "Access Granted, uploading control." The silver ship above them suddenly changed its position it pointed its nose toward the moon a massive beam of energy shot out from the ship it hit the white light in the sky. The two powers crashed together a massive ring of fire expanded across the clouds the heat stopped rising the white light began to fade it was replaced by the dusty orange sky of the real world. Maya

Everything that still makes me human. Tears burn down my face. “I…” My voice breaks. “I don’t know how to choose…” The moon flares brighter Blinding, Overwhelming, And then Something inside me snaps. The energy surges violently outward A shockwave unlike anything before The ground splits open The sky cracks with silver light And I feel it, The moment, The exact instant when the Moonbound power either binds to me… or I lose myself to it completely. Kael’s voice is the last thing I hear, raw and desperate:

Opening it, I paged through it and everything written was my mother’s handwriting, elegant and deliberate. My eyes caught on one page, ‘The Moonborn are not bound by the same laws as the wolves. They carry the blood of the first celestial union.’ “Celestial union?” I whispered, before continuing reading. ‘The merging of spirit and moon. Their power rises with the Bloodmoon, for it marks the return of what was once sealed away.’

With seven small glowing dots around it. It was the Father Moon. The eighth moon. On Zara's laptop, which had survived the impact that never happened, new readings appeared. `[IMPACT: AVOIDED - LANDING: SUCCESSFUL]` `[MOON COUNT: 8 MOONS - NEW BALANCE: 12.5% EACH]` `[TYPES: RED, BLUE, GREEN, YELLOW, WIND, ICE, SNOW, FATHER (NIGHT)]` `[STATUS: FAMILY - WHOLE]`

Ava’s POV “Then explain why the movements are so deliberate.” I said, pointing at the video “People move their hands when they talk.” Vindel replied “Not like that!” I took the phone from him and opened the page again. “Look. I searched for ports beginning with those two letters. There were several with C, but Moonbay is the only one I found beginning with M. And look at its logo. That half moon resembles the C her hand was forming.”

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full, the night thick with anticipation for what was to come. Tomorrow, they would march on Sakura Heiei, a mission to rescue Johnson, Isagani, and the others who had been captured. Alice knew she had to be ready—her powers of vision, psychometry, and telepathy were their key to survival. But controlling them in this era had always been a struggle, and tonight was her last chance to master them before the dangerous mission.

“Honey, I’m surprised you didn’t know. Theodore Watcher was one of the bravest and best vampire hunters according to legend.” “Then how come I’ve never heard of him in the legends!?” Liam scoffed. “Hell, it would have been pretty nice to know where I came from!” “Well, you came from me,” his mother snickered. “I remember that vividly. It was quite a day.” Liam rolled his eyes again as his mother added the berries to her granola. She stirred them in, chuckling the entire time. “Honey, I don’t see why you’re making this such a big deal. It’s just a silly legend, after all.”

Adea Half Moon had been my home during my teens. I didn’t know the day I left with Gabe would be the last time. The sun had fully risen and lit up the sky. As I look out the windshield, my eyes lock on the territory in the distance. The layout for Half Moon was the opposite of Desert Moon. In Desert Moon, to get to the packhouse, you needed to drive through the territory and pass the city before you got on the road that would lead you to it.

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."

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.