Moondrop X Sunrise Novels & Stories

Sonya said with a smile on her face. “Who’s the Alpha? I don’t think I’ve heard of Supermoon. Is it far away?” Donald asked to Sonya and Jake. “Alpha Scott and Luna Maria run the Supermoon pack. They have always been very supportive of me. And Supermoon isn’t too far maybe an hour from here just on the other side of the city.” “Oh, great so at least we’re not too far away and we have the city in the middle.” Luna Christine said with excitement. “They might be here tomorrow for the ceremony.” Jake said. Sonya snapped her head in his direction.

“Mr. Sunner, Jackson Lombre, here at your command!” “Mr. Sunner, Johnson Jenn, here at your service.” “Mr. Sunner, Jake Gyland, is here.” Other than the affiliates, the dignitaries who wished to curry favor with Sunny came as soon as they picked up the news. “Great.” Sunny stood on the balcony and looked down at the mini army he had gathered. His eyes flashed coldly and a vicious grin appeared on his face. “I, Sunny Sunner, thank all of you for being here. When the time is up, destroy the Crestfalls and capture Andrius Moonshade!”

Two maids entered with trays of oils, makeup, and shoes. “We’ll help you get ready, Luna.” “I didn’t even get to rest,” Lydia mumbled. The maids chuckled. “Alpha Knox is already downstairs.” She sighed again and let them work. When she finally stepped down the winding staircase into the hall, the ceremony was already underway. Eyes turned toward her. Murmurs followed her like shadows. But then—there he was. Knox. Waiting in front of the Lycan ceremonial basin. He reached for her hand. They stood together under the hanging moonflower vines as the officiator chanted ancient words. They each dropped a few drops of blood into the silver bowl of water, drank from it, and then sealed it with a kis

"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.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

Sal then walked over to Luna Rayne who was standing beside me and said, “Your necklace now not only holds the power of the moonstone but also the sunstone too. I looked at the necklace after he had handed it back to Luna Rayne to see that it did indeed have a green cast to it. It was as if the moonstone was now incased in the green sunstone. Luna Rayne and I both stared in awe knowing that neither of us had ever seen anything like it before. “Did the spell work?” Alpha Hunter now asks Sal and Sal nods his head and says, “We won’t have to ever worry about seeing the Moon Witch again. She is a prisoner in her own realm.”

The river of magma bubbled and surged, casting wild, dancing shadows across the domed ceiling. From the stone of the Flame Mother herself, a deep, resonant hum began to vibrate, echoing the exact frequency of the mating runes that Xander had painted on Aria’s skin by the lake. The air grew thick with a supernatural electricity, the raw, ancient magic of Moonrise recognizing its new mother.

Seraphina’s POV The morning sun rose over the Moonridge Palace, painting the sky in gold and rose. From the balcony, I could see the banners of every allied pack fluttering in the wind Nightfall’s black and silver wolves, Blood-Wolves crimson moon sigil and ours, the white crescent of Moonridge, shining at the center.

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

Blood welled, dark and thick, dripping steadily onto the sheets. The runes drank it. The silk pulsed, heat rushing beneath my back. My stomach clenched as warmth spread through me, settling low, in my womb. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Next was Aiden. He didn’t hide his disgust as he approached, his icy eyes narrowing on me. He cut his palm with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment, and let his blood fall. The runes blazed brighter. The warmth inside me grew hotter, invasive.