Moonlight Mick St John Novels & Stories

The Moon that night was like a silver plate polished and brushed in the finest way. Its reflection in the water was crystal clear and waited for your heart to be put like a piece of meat, given on the altar of werewolves. Michael waited by the window with his phone on the windowsill. In the cold metal light, he looked like a knight awaiting his duel the next day. Flexy didn’t sleep, nor did Jasmine. They both had mixed feelings towards Michael and didn’t know what to think about him.

Mike was awake. LMCD22

I let Suaco take control right here. And like always, we are standing taller than everyone around us. Except, Gix. He is still taller than us since he is a lycan. The power of the moon is becoming stronger. The thrill runs all over our body as we can feel the power awakening as the moon has finally reached its perfect spot in the night sky, known as midnight. We looked back from the meadow at the sounds of pain.

“If this goes south, it’s your badge.” John raised a hand, his eyes steady, his voice final. “Midnight, the pier, right?” he asked, his nod curt. “We’ll have a team ready. Don’t fuck this up.” I nodded, my heart racing, my plan locked—Viktor’s confession on my wire, his empire ash, his freedom gone. I left the office, my boots echoing, the weight of the mission heavy, my Glock a cold comfort against my ribs. Outside, the Miami sun burned, the Charger’s black paint gleaming as I slid into the driver’s seat, Lucian beside me, his leather jacket tight, his shades hiding his eyes, Marco in the back, his hoodie loose, his silence heavy.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

it, Mizuki held me back. We need to wait a little longer before we can retrieve the stone. If we get it now, you won't get your wolf and we won't become full Grimlock. " She said to me, So I pulled back my hand and just happened to look up and see a hole in the roof of the chamber. I also saw moonlight coming through the hole and followed the lightbeam and found that it ended where the moonstone was. It was at that moment that I knew what I had to do. It was almost midnight and the moon was starting to phase into the great full moon. I began to walk towards the altar where the moonstone was located, and as the moon moved closer to the hole in the roof, a beam of moonlight was moving along t

“What are you? I saw you freaking transformed like those men, November. What the heck are they?! What are you? Who the hell are those men? WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?!” She swallowed and guiltily met his eyes with uncertainty. For a moment they just stared at each other as my grip on her hand is tightening. Leo's eyes are hard and unflinching just like what he's currently feeling. November must have realized that since she’s the one who broke the quiet spell between them. She whispered. “I’m a moonchild.” “Moonchild?" Moonchild? What the heck is that?! "What the hell is that?” Leo demanded She tried to let go of his hand but his other hand had trapped hers. Leo didn’t let go and he stared into her

And if the tree's assessment of Conway and Porter's relationship had been right, then they were destined to be Moon-kissed and named as true mates when the ritual took place. Unable to accept that he'd lose Conway Rollins to Porter Fulton, Owen devised a plan to ensure that would never happen and if it did, he'd find a way to make sure that Porter rejected Conway if worst came to worst freeing his lover from the will of the moon and the ancient tree to be with him where he belonged.

"Why should I care who Astrophel likes? He hardly ever likes anyone any one anyway and hates it if anyone is perceived to be better than he is. So, what do I care what he thinks, as long as Moon's Call has eyes for me?" "Well, Moon’s Call doesn't strike me as one who has eyes for a mate and I believe that your father has mentioned so one too many a time. He has tried severally to have him mate with one of the maidens in the village but the man has remained strongly adamant," Stella replied.

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.