Moonlight Knight Novels & Stories

In fact it made her even more sad. She heard one of the ladies whispering to Ryder and telling him that she would be alright and he would have his sister bacck soon. To just be patient. She was grieving just as he was, but that everyone greived in a different way. She continued to gaze at the night sky and sighed. Then she noticed it, suddenly her eyes widened. Blood on the moon!

ATLAS Enzo continues, "The Coven of Crescent Moon is a highly secretive and powerful group of witches. They are known for their exceptional abilities in elemental magic and divination. They keep a low profile and rarely interact with other supernatural beings." My brows furrow in confusion. "Why would he be associated with Amelia?" I question, trying to connect the dots. The Midnight Crescent pack hates witches, Amelia will not have been opportune to mingle with one. I look at the picture of the man on the phone, I don't recognize him.

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

Just as we were throwing claws, blood filling our clothes as they tore through, Moon came down running towards me and like a golden opportunity to tame me, she grabbed Moon and used her as cover holding her sharp claws close to her throat, I shifted back into a human form, "Let her go?" I demanded with pleading eyes. She pulled her along, throwing her claws into the air and about to smash them against her skin, the light in the room went off and everyone became bothered, that was strange, but not eerily similar to her bring slaughtered, gifted by the moon goddess, I was at a huge advantage, I quickly snapped Moon out of her hand, and darted for the door, like as fast as my leg could take me

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

“Members of the Black Moon pack, I give you Prince Marcel Von Wolffen. May the Moon bless and watch over him and guide him to be a powerful warrior, a leader of wolves.” The roar from the pack standing below us rose to a deafening crescendo as the moon’s rays illuminated Marcel’s tiny body. It shimmered on Magnus’ slicked-back hair, and father and son seemed to glow in the pale moonlight. His tiny hands reached out towards the light, and from them a blue light slowly appeared. A hush fell over the crowd at the strange sight. The glow grew and grew until it enclosed the three of us standing on the balcony.

His mouth was pressed into a hard line. Solaris guards lined the walls. The airship docked on the outer platform. A ramp extended. Lunaris knights descended first—armor pale silver, cloaks a washed-out blue, helms shaped like crescents. They split into two lines. Then he appeared. The Moon King. He walked down the ramp with slow, measured steps. His cloak hung in heavy folds of deep silver. His hair was white, straight, and cut sharply at the jaw. His skin was pale like polished stone.

The fate of his kind rested on his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenges ahead with unwavering resolve. The moonlight bathes the grave in a serene glow, casting long, silvery shadows that seem to dance with ethereal grace. Alpha Galan knew that the moon itself would be his silent companion on this treacherous journey, guiding him through the darkest of nights and illuminating the path to victory.

The stranger I had foolishly allowed my mind to linger on in restless hours of the night. And now — he was my mate. I yanked my hand back so fast it was almost violent. My chair scraped against the polished floor as I pushed away from my desk, desperate for space, for air. My lungs felt too small, my office too confined. The walls pressed in, the floor tilted. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be. I am William Knight. Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. The leader of hundreds, feared and respected across territories. My mate was supposed to be my Luna, my equal, the mother of my future heirs, the woman chosen by the Moon Goddess herself to stand by me.