Moonlight Mick St John Novels & Stories

“Bonfires are my favorite thing to do at the beach.” His head snaps toward me. Something in him eases, just slightly. He leans in and when I think he's about to kiss me, he brushes his hand against the corners of my mouth. “You had crumbs of biscuit…” he whispers but he doesn't pull his hand away. James' voice is high as he announces. “The moon is perfect isn't it?” I look up and Mikhail's hand falls from my lips. I hope he can't see my pulse hammering against my throat as I study the moon as if I've never seen it before…

You climb back into the truck with your stuff. “Drive, hurry.” You beg him. It's getting later and later, it's almost midnight and it's a full moon again, you must get Nate out of the moonlight as soon as possible. You arrive at the cave, you wrap an arm around Nate, blood is staining his clothes, he's weak, you hurry him into the cave. He collapses onto the floor. “This is gonna sting.” You rip some of your shirt off and apply pressure to his wound, while applying some antiseptic.

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Mick wasn’t used to the foreign feeling of having to share a mind with a wolf, but I could feel his acceptance and anxious excitement. “The moon feels good,” Mick leaned his head back, absorbing the last of the moon’s rays before the sun completely overtook the sky. “I never noticed before.” “It’s your wolf,” Miles smiled at his brother. “Our goddess is the goddess of the moon for a reason.” Mick was quiet, looking at the moonlight as Rome reflected in his eyes. “I have a wolf.” “You have a wolf,” I grabbed his hand, lacing my fingers with his. Miles slung an arm around his shoulders, hugging his side like the proud brother he was. Ivar and Rome got along beautifully, like they were created

I missed my pack. “Mr. Stonewood,” a sales lady said, rushing over. I watched her gush over him. “Here for some more earrings? I have a lovely pair I think you’ll like. They just came in.” “No, thank you Maria,” Liam said, smiling. “I’m here on business today. This is Trista Ston…uh,” he caught himself mid-sentence. “Moonlar. Trista Moonlar. And this is Jonhson Cartwright. They’re both here from overseas.”

"As a fan, I know that for the past few years, Moonlight started laying low. At the same time, ironically after he became inactive, his popularity started to rise and it even reached a few other countries. Making him famous nationwide. From the very start of his career, he never revealed who he is nor did he drop any hints or clues. Everything was perfectly concealed. However that doesn't mean no one on this earth can't find him. If it's still not obvious by my presence, I would like to formally introduce myself. It's been an absolute pleasure to finally meet my icon. “Am I right? Kit Sunuvabeech, a.k.a Moonlight.” She didn't say a word, and Archilles didn't really expect her to. "Despite th

"It's a complicated glimpse of your past, John. And I can't tell if this has anything to do with you directly, or if this is something you witnessed of someone else." "If it's the latter, then I don't have any memory of myself." "If it is the latter, then you do," Old Mikey countered, obviously in disagreement with what John said. "Why?" "Because as Sarah said, the Blood Moon can only be seen from Black Hollow. No place else. So you know exactly where you were back then. The question to ask question is, what were you doing in Black Hollow as a child, and why doesn't anyone here know who the hell you are?"

And then the moon began to rise. When midnight came, I was already outside. The air was crisp, the clearing behind the pack house lit only by silver-blue light and the dim glow of old lanterns hanging on poles. No one else was around. Not even the crickets dared make a sound. Then— Mikah appeared. Like always, not walking in, just there. “You came,” he said. “I said I would.” He studied me for a moment, then gave a nod. “Good.” I stepped closer. “So… what happens now?”

Turns out, I was wrong about the full moon. It’s further ahead than I thought, three whole nights, and the day before, Mick orders me not to leave my room—ideally—or the house, under any circumstances. He still looks out for me, but I haven’t had a guard camped outside my door since my conversation with Lucien. “How come?” I ask curiously. “I mean, I’ll do as you say. But what’s so different about the full moon?”