Moonlight Mick St John Novels & Stories

"The Guardians are going to try to round up some Strigoi to either bring here or to collect blood from. They left not too long ago. They should be back in a couple hours." She grumbled incoherently as her stomach released a terrifyingly loud growl. My eyes widened and looked at her stomach. "How in the world did your stomach just produce that noise?" I asked astounded. "I told you I'm hungry, and I'm starting to feel it." She said annoyed. "Are you sleepy?" I asked worriedly. "A little. It's starting to become harder to control my wolf. The full moon is tonight. If I don't get blood before the moon rises completely, I won't be able to control the Shift." She said looking up at me. Her eyes w

I chuckled with the innocence of a child, utterly captivated by the celestial spectacle. "Damn, man, you've really outdone yourself," Mike commented, his initial smile beginning to disappear. He regarded me with this look of concern and disbelief as my whimsical observation clashed with the sobriety of the moment. In my drunk state, the moon now turned into a cosmic confection, something quite delicious, and I reveled in the childlike joy of the night. I was not aware of the subtle shift in Mike's demeanor, so I continued to marvel at the lunar "round cracker," blissfully lost in a world where the ordinary took on a whimsical charm.

They stayed there, anchored to one another under the silver light, two broken things finding a temporary mend. Miles away, the moon shone just as brightly over Silvermoon, where Garrick watched over a corpse and nursed a suspicion that was starting to bite just as deep.

Moonlight. "The Sledge has lied to you..." Jimmie’s voice was steady, carrying a weight of authority that made the silver daggers in my sides feel like nothing. "He is a father, a leader, and a man of honour. And right now, he is being tortured by the very people who claim to be protecting you." Eleanor’s thumb jammed onto the screen, killing the audio as if she could stop the truth by silencing the phone. "What the hell is this! This is bad, Jim! This is a disaster!"

However, he had loved that baby ever since he found out he existed. "Be strong, Mike," John took a deep breath and patted his back. His eyes reddened as he held back tears. Mikael shook his head. How could he be strong at a time like this? He looked up at Josephine, " Was he in pain when she killed him?” Josephine shook her head, "I don't know, son... I don't know." *** Mikael's Mansion Manhattan, New York, US. 1 PM Mikael stood at the end of his mansion's rooftop and saw the night's darkness that was so thick—without stars and moon. It seemed as if everything was hiding because of the darkness in Mikael's heart.

He releases a snide chuckle. In the distance, I see tonight's full moon, preparing to relieve the sun. Breathing in deep, I whisper, "Please hurry." "Micah said you're the Knight's golden boy. But it seems it's Micah. He spared no expense to get to the mainland." The mainland is filled with lights. We're only a few kilometers away. I hoped for the best, but then the sunset. Tonight's moon is bigger, brighter, and fuller. I feel my back split open, and the next thing I see is me swimming for my life.

Bridget just stared at me. She placed her hands on the desk. "You want to be Luna, huh?" She let out a scoff of a laugh. "Okay. Okay Crystal, be the freaking Luna. All I've been trying to do is protect you like Tristan would have wanted but go ahead, shove your face and title to a pack that hates you. All the freaking best with that." I fought to keep my chin up. Anything it takes, right? "Uhm guys?" Mikey spoke up. I turned around and saw him holding his phone, staring at something on it. "Ornyx just sent another video."

The moon is a sliver overhead, barely lighting the rotting planks beneath his feet. The water laps at the pylons, black and endless. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness. "You came." The woman steps into the moonlight. Pale skin. Dark hair. A smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Michael’s hand tightens around the dagger. "You promised me Stark." She laughs, low and throaty. "Oh, Michael. We promised you so much more." The fog rolls in, swallowing them both.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

the doctor’s words flowed into my ears making me feel more giddy and weak coupled by the scene I saw of Victoria earlier. I sighed as several thoughts ran in my brain. “Mr Moon are you there?” the doctor’s voice brought me back from my abyssal of disarray. “Keep my semen there, I will see you in 10 days” Those words, The left my lips without any remorse. I am Damian Moon the most respected and feared Alpha in the country, why should I fall down and loose because of a mere betrayal?