Moonkiller Novels & Stories

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

Reed made a thin, broken sound. Cassia started to cry again, quietly, like an animal that has learned noise gets nothing. Marla said nothing at all. Greta exhaled like a finally-won point. “Moon likes her balance,” she murmured. Kade’s voice went ceremonial-soft. “You heard your Luna.” Lillieth’s lashes fluttered. She didn’t contradict it. Draven’s eyes flared—there and gone—but he didn’t correct a single syllable. “Lux,” Kade said. “By her order: water.”

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

That evening, in the common hall, I learned the full weight of the pack’s attention. Ronan’s former mate candidate, a woman named Selene, approached me. She moved with the kind of grace that came from training, confidence, and privilege. She stopped before me and smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “You’re the new favorite,” she said softly, loud enough for others nearby to hear. “The Moon-marked.” “I’m no one’s favorite,” I replied. She laughed, the sound cutting like a blade. “We’ll see about that. Some of us have been passed over before… and we never forget.”

Tristan: Like her fur glowed, like she lit up like light radiating off of her. Braxton: Fuck. Is there a crescent moon on her fur? Tristan: How the fuck did you know that? Braxton: Fuck. I was really hoping it wasn’t her. Tristan: It wasn’t her what?! What the hell are you talking about and how did you know about that? Braxton: The rouge Alpha Derick interrogated said they are looking for a wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. They called her the moon wolf and said she is the key to the dark side, whatever the hell that means.

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.

She turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?” She said. But he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring right into the moon. The girl from the road the other night was standing right in front of him. Quinn couldn’t breathe for a minute. She was here.. why was she here? She was even more beautiful than he thought.

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The entire Moonshine Kingdom beamed with happiness. Not only had they been allowed to return to the packs they had lost, but after three full moons they were finally celebrating once again with their own pack members in their own territory. Pearl’s mother, Luna Yulia, stood leaning against Alpha Alexander’s arm as they watched the evening sky together. The full moon was already rising, and the simple pleasure of waiting for it, free, not as captives, felt precious. Even without decorations or grand preparations for the party, they were happy.

POV: Luna The next three days blurred together. Training. Planning. Preparing for a confrontation that might kill us all. But tonight, the Headmaster had ordered everyone to rest. Forced downtime before the final push. I found myself on the roof of the dormitory, staring at the stars. The moon was waxing, almost full. In four more days, it would be complete. The same night as Malachar's deadline. Of course he'd chosen the full moon. Maximum power for both of us.