Moonlight Fnaf Security Breach Novels & Stories

"Mason claims that Collins’s pup has sought him out twice. Collins is too protective to allow a yearling to roam the neutral rinks alone. Someone else is pulling the strings." "You suspect the Director of Operations?" "I suspect everyone. Something in that pack smells of deception." "It’s worth noting," Brandon added, "that the firewalls at the Moreau Academy were recently shredded by a high-level breach. I wonder if this Mike has claws sharp enough for digital warfare." "That is exactly why I need his head on a platter—or at least his history." At five in the afternoon, the winter sun was dipping below the frosted horizon. Natalie Brooks arrived at the nursery rink to collect Layla.

It was a video of the ruins of Full Moon’s capital and surrounding area. “Blue Moon’s compound has been taken, by the way,” he laughed. “Be glad I decided to scramble the mainframe or Damian would be hunting down every awakened bloodline in the database. Honestly, why wouldn’t you or anyone else think to code the information behind more than just a password? Did you really think that vampires were living in caves without any exposure to technology?” I said nothing, blinking at the scenes of people being dragged around and devoured on television. I didn’t recognize anyone, but the fact that I might at some point set me on edge.

My mind immediately went to Kira. Was she hurt? Did the heat prove to be too much? "What is it?" I asked hurriedly as Jessie reached me. "We have a problem, Luna," she said, panting slightly. "Is it Kira?" She shook her head. "No. Worse. People are panicking. They know the Blood Moon is tonight." "And?" I pressed. She wasn't running to tell me people were worried. "A feral Lycan has been spotted," Jessie said. "Just two packs over."

But Eliora found out before we could reach the podium. That night, just past midnight, someone cut the power. Security lights blinked out. Cameras froze. Adrian pulled me close, led me to the panic room beneath the stairs. We waited. Ten minutes. Twenty. Then a knock. One of the guards. “Sir. There’s been a breach.” “Where?” “The nursery.” Adrian rushed upstairs. I followed, heart slamming. The door was wide open. Inside, nothing was broken. Nothing was taken. But on the crib, in soft red marker, were the words:

POV: Luna The attack came at midnight. Just as the moon reached its peak. The wards shattered simultaneously. All of them. Every defensive measure we'd put in place. Someone had the override codes. Inside knowledge. Complete access. "They're here!" the alarm systems blared. I was already shifted. Already moving toward the threat. My pack followed. Liam beside me. Aiden close behind. We burst outside and stopped. The grounds were covered in rogues. Hundreds of them. More than I'd ever seen.

“Who did you think did that?” “I don't know but the only person who escaped told me the truck had this MTP logo on it” He hiccuped. “That bastard” Suddenly, the security siren starts to blast loudly. “Boss, it's an infiltrator named Dalia Bluey. The security has been breached” Kael whispered. I scoffed. Fifty of Bluey put together can't breach my security. “Cease the defense.I will be there.” “Noted boss” “Give him ten more strokes and release him”

He would tear his own family apart for a ghost, for me, or for that ghost of me. Then my phone buzzed, loud and ugly in my pocket. It ripped the moment in two. Julian’s name filled the screen. I fumbled, fingers clumsy. Julian called when things were urgent. “Julian?” I said, voice shaking more than I wanted. “Aria,” he said, fast, clipped. “Security breach at the safe house.” My chest stopped. For a real second I could not breathe. Leo, my boy, everything else fell and scraped away. The city lights blurred. My face must have gone white.

2 — The First Changing “Byron! Stop it!” Nafisa's authoritative voice interrupted the gathering. “We can't force it out of her!” She stomped to the center of the assemblage, coming in-between Byron Eggles, the lycanthropy coach and Lena Banecroft who laid helpless and shamefaced on the floor. “So how the hell are we gonna do it then?” Byron cried. “She's an adult now and she can't even bring out fangs! Fangs, Nafisa!”

Eli would take the fall for George's death, and Eli's passing could be ruled as a suicide with the right incentive. There were still too many lose ends though. Namely Fiona. And whoever the fuck she was working with. There'd been another security breech, two days ago, on-site at the Moab location. The code was different from the original hack, which made Randy think that there was more than one entity out there trying to glean information from the servers. Well, whatever they were looking for, it was gone. Now all they had to do was figure out the who, and Randy was already working on that.

Tyson The moment I realize Naya is gone, MoonHaven goes into lockdown. Every gate, every road, every hidden trail leading in or out of the territory. Locked. No one enters. No one leaves. I don’t care how inconvenient it is. I don’t care who complains. My mate is missing and nothing else matters. Within minutes, the entire security network is activated. The surveillance footage from the nursery plays repeatedly on every monitor inside the command center. Again. And again.