Moonlight Muse Novels & Stories

Spin-Off of I AM THE LUNA (The Power of Three Series) One misjudgment, one fateful choice, and I made the greatest mistake of my life. Left with guilt that will never fade. In this world, there's a rule: if you do something, then do it so thoroughly that there is no trace left. But I couldn’t. Instead, I did what I thought was necessary so I could sleep at night. Now, I’ve broken a code that might just be the very thing that destroys me. My name is Zion King, and I am the Alpha who represents the supernatural world. ~ He gave me everything, and I worshipped the very ground beneath his feet. Until I realised he was the reason I was left with nothing. Worse, he’s one of them. They

“Rhys is cooking it tonight, under the blood moon. I saw it. He wants my child’s power.” Derrick clenched his jaw and pounded the table with his fist. “That bastard. Where?” “I can’t say exactly where,” I confessed, despising how it put me in such a helpless position. “But it’s close. The visions… they’re connected to the energy of the moon. It’s happening now.” Jonas marched ahead, speaking with the conviction that rang out naturally from him. “We've been around to the eastern ridge. It’s a clearing there, old ruins. It’s a probable place for a ritual.”

They told me an alpha’s daughter must choose a man to take the rank and position of Alpha of her pack. Why? They said I was too fierce, too headstrong, that this was my father's last wish. Was it? They picked out potential partners and pushed their top choice forward.They said he's the best man for the job. Was he? Lies. In this labyrinth of deceit and manipulation, a twisted game of power and betrayal is at play. They think I have nothing but they're wrong. I have two men ready to stand by my side. Julian Knight, my bodyguard. A man they don't realise is ready to d!e for me. And Quade Steele, the Lycan King. A man as dangerously powerful as he is handsome, offe

The sunlight filtered through the towering trees, creating a magical ambiance in the glade where the Heart of the Moon rested. The shimmering crystal pulsed with a soft glow, radiating warmth and energy. Elena, Lucas, and Marcus stood in awe, momentarily forgetting the danger that lurked in the shadows. “This is it,” Elena breathed, stepping forward. “This is the Heart of the Moon.” “It’s beautiful,” Lucas whispered, captivated by the crystal's glow. “It feels… alive.”

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.

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

Her tone was gentle, but the way she looked at me was arrogant. There was no way I would have invited her to come. Luther reached over to help load her luggage onto the train, but the conductor stopped him with an apologetic expression. "Sir, there's only one first-class seat remaining." The Moonlight Express offered full-service immersive scenic touring, and it was exactly the honeymoon experience I had always wanted. It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much.

Above, stars drifted like living jewels across the vast expanse, their light pulsing softly in the rhythm of the heartbeat of creation itself. Rivers of starlight woods through the marble planes of the heavens, cascading in to luminous falls that disappeared into infinity. At the center of it all stood the moon palace. A structure carved entirely of moonstone and veined with liquid crystal. Within its heart, beneath a high dome that mirrored every phase of the moon, the Moon Goddess stood alone. Her presence glowed with the soft radiance of dusk. Power and leave intertwined. Around her, orbs of light floated gently, carrying the whispers of prayers and dreams sent up from the mortal realm.

Nate blurted out. “Not Junior, I think Tara needs a hand.” You see Tara struggling with a toddler hanging off her side. “Oscars on it.” Nate laughed. You see the pair franticly trying to console their child. The wedding draws to a close, you head back to normality, being a mom and an editor and on full moons a werewolf, you gained a promotion in this time too.