Moonkiller Novels & Stories

She is a Rogue and not eligible for anything. When he proposed his idea Alex was the first one to oppose knowing that the members of the packhouse would go against that. No one would accept a Rogue as their Alpha's mate or Luna. A Luna must be someone who would be chosen by Moon Goddess. But Leonard cleared his point too. When he had captured Iris he planned to torture her to an extent that even death would be scared to touch her. But he had never thought to see the mark on her. Even though he was the Alpha maintaining a peace treaty with other packs, he knew very clearly that anyone who would get a chance to rule over the territory won't stop from claiming such power.

“How the fuck do you know Dixon’s name?” Moon leans in farther, his voice low as he grinds out the next words. “Because I set it up. I’m taking down Kennedy. I’m weeding out the cops who are loyal to Manuel Estephon and keeping the ones who are loyal to me. It’s war. I’m taking New Mexico away from Estephon.” Moon releases my hair and his hands drop to his sides. I stumble back a step. “You get me, Madison? Do you understand that I’ve pulled you into my deadly mess? I’m far worse than any devil you’ve imagined. Don’t for one second think I’m anyone but exactly who you were told about in that academy class of yours. The death toll is about to rise and the blood of each life taken will be on m

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.

The moon was high in the sky, its light reflecting off the surface of the water. Alpha Wade stood on the shore, his eyes fixed on the moon. It called to him, its song echoing in his soul. He felt the pull of its power, and he knew that he had to answer its call.

Luna, the moonlit pup, approached him with an air of reverence, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that bound them. "Maximus," Georgia said, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and intrigue, "your strength is not only physical but symbolic of the Veron Pack's resilience. Luna's presence adds a layer of mystery, and it seems the moon has chosen a path that intertwines our destinies in ways we are yet to comprehend." Maximus, his gaze meeting Georgia's, nodded in agreement. "The moonlit realm is vast, and its mysteries run deep. Luna, with its moonlit mark, is a guide on our journey, and we must embrace the unknown with both caution and curiosity."

The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, casting a mesmerizing silvery glow across the land. Alpha Galan, stood at the edge of a cliff, his keen eyes fixed on the radiant lunar sphere. It was on this sacred night that he could call upon Selene, the moon goddess, his mother, and the divine being who bestowed him with his extraordinary abilities. As the moonlight reached its peak, a celestial aura enveloped Alpha Galan, and he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He raised his arms to the heavens, calling out to his mother, the moon goddess, with a melodic incantation passed down through generations:

It's early in the morning and the sun doesn't hurt our skin for a little expose on it. "But the moon knows our secrets at our darkest times of life. He's there when we are alone. He watches us, staying with us, and Luna became our best companion in our lowest points." I looked at the door and saw Rey entering. "Yes, that's true but the sun stayed, giving light to others even it knows that someday, the light will be gone. That whatever he has, he'll explode when the time comes and he'll die." I looked at him as he leaned in the wall.

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

“I am the person who writes down the bill.” The pull snapped. The pool shuddered into stillness, its surface smoothing with the offended dignity of a creature who has been told it will not be fed tonight. The red in it dimmed to a stain instead of a flame. “You’ve wounded it,” Maera said, and if there was triumph in her voice it was the quiet sort that prefers accuracy to celebration. “When the moon lifts, it will not redden fully. It will mouth at the tide and not drink.” “It’s not the same as ending it,” Evelyn said, exhausted down to the bones that conversations live in.