Moonlight Gundam Novels & Stories

I flooded the Lunar Loom with the "Energy of a Story that Refuses to be Told." The reaction was a Universal System-Error. The Lunar Loom, designed to harvest the "High-Intensity Drama" of the shifter species, hit a wall of Nothingness. The white light stuttered, turned a bruised purple, and then Imploded. The "Negative-Mass" beams backfired, the suction reversing and slamming back into the moon’s surface. The crack in the moon widened even further, chunks of lunar crust drifting off into the void as the Harvester-Ship’s engine seized.

The dark expanse of space five thousand miles above the lunar surface was alive with the brilliant, rhythmic flashes of celestial welding torches and quantum plasma arc-casters. Floating within the gravitational cradle of the Lunar Vault Construction Ring was the largest, most terrifying warship ever constructed in the history of the mortal world: the imperial flagship Sovereign Eclipse.

But for now, her heart pounding, Selena drifted off to sleep, her dreams haunted by visions of her savior and the Lycan pack. Selena woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. The warm sun streamed through the window, casting a glow across her bed. As she stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her. The werewolf pack, the danger, and the alpha werewolf who had saved her life.

"She was an orphan, a child rescued from the mountains by Mango. She had requested to enter the Dark Night Empire training with Edolie Wright. " "Moonlight was in her fourth year of joining the Dark Night Empire. Because of her ordinary appearance, her sense of presence was often low. However, this happened to be her strength where she could attack the enemy silently without being noticed. Thus, she could complete the assassination task perfectly." Moonlight was supposed to be the hidden ace in the team. No one expected that a girl would actually rush to the front at this time. "A few members couldn't help wanting to chase after her, but they were stopped by Henry."

“Feel Serena, feel the pull of the moon. It’s in your blood, older than any pack.” I paused, and held my breath. Every new action on Serena’s part was faster, more decisive, and then—there was a bright flash from her, a burst of lunar energy that surged through the clearing. The warriors stood stock still, huge-eyed, as the gleam blazed through the black gulf of night. Serena gasped, stepped back and her sleeve fell back as well on her arm. It was there, on her skin, a mark. A swirling, crescent-shaped scar that glowed dimly, just like the one cut deep into the rogue’s tree.

he asked. "It was my mother's." "Yes," he said. "It was." The certainty in those two words hit me like a stone. I pressed my hand flat against my sternum, over the pendant. "You recognize it." "The crest." He leaned forward slightly. "A black moon split by silver fire. It belonged to a Luna bloodline. The Moongale line." He said it carefully. "They were wiped out eighteen years ago. Or so everyone was told." I stared at him.

Silver weapons flashed in the moonlight as warriors fought the enhanced creatures. Through the chaos, Dante's team moved swiftly toward Moon Lake. They encountered resistance, small groups of Bloodborn trying to stop them, but Lyra and the other warriors cut through them efficiently. Finally, they reached the clearing around Moon Lake. And there, standing at the water's edge beneath the eclipsing moon, was Marcus Vane. He looked different from their last encounter. The burns from Aria's Luna power had healed, but they'd left scars. His skin was even paler now, almost translucent, and the dark energy around him was visible to the naked eye.

The sky was no longer blue. As the trio drifted on the wreckage of the Abyssal Gate, the atmosphere began to bruise—a deep, sickly purple that signaled the collapse of the planet’s magnetic shielding. But it was the Moon that commanded the horizon. The pale, familiar orb was bleeding. A massive, geometric rift had opened across the Sea of Tranquility, revealing a core of glowing red machinery. The Architects weren't just using the Moon as a base; the Moon was a weapon. A planetary-scale engine designed to act as a celestial hammer.

They leapt all around, even up top onto the hangars, and fired down on his mecha. The last thing his visual sensors saw was Raijin standing high above on one of the hangars, her light blue Tsunami practically invisible with the bright blue sky behind her. ~ Mad Monk grumbled considerably as he watched Silvermoon’s name turn gray in his team’s comms. He absolutely couldn’t fathom how he had been neutralized, and was utterly frustrated at how easily a nonlethal mecha beat him. Without his advanced sensor suite, they were practically blind to the rest of the battlespace.

“Let the moons guide you.” Luna inhaled, feeling the power of the Fallen Moon and the other moons she had begun to channel. Her hands glowed brighter and brighter. Blue, silver, and pale gold swirled together, forming a spiral of radiant energy. With a surge, she released it. A shockwave of light swept through the hall, knocking the shadow guardians backward. Many dissolved into smoke, but new ones emerged from the darkness, more numerous and more ferocious. Kael and Aeron fought alongside her, protecting her from those who slipped past the blast. Torren roared and charged, carving a path through the corrupted soldiers.