Moonlight Sonata Detective Conan Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> Luna hadn't been asleep long when the bell rang. _*]:min-w-0"> Not the curfew bell. Something different. Deeper. More resonant. _*]:min-w-0"> It echoed through the building, pulling her from uneasy dreams. _*]:min-w-0"> Nova sat up in bed. "Moon Circle." _*]:min-w-0"> "What?" _*]:min-w-0">

Jolie POV 2:47 AM — Full Moon The water breaks with light. Not a slow seep—an explosion of light that floods the room and blazes through the cabin windows and wakes the compound faster than any alarm could. I hear it before I fully process what's happening: the sound of wolves rousing, voices, boots on the path outside. The full moon overhead and the moonfire inside me responding to each other in a way they haven't yet, frequency matching frequency, and somewhere in my chest my daughter announces herself.

“Something came up, Conan. I’ll be back in a week…” “We don’t have a week!” Conan growled, cutting him off. “Lorenzo’s in trouble. I don’t care what’s holding you back, you need to get here as soon as possible.” The sudden urgency in Conan’s voice made Romeo pause. “What kind of trouble?” Romeo asked, his tone becoming sharper, more alert. Conan clenched his jaw before speaking. “Lorenzo is making Alexis his Luna.” The growl that erupted on the other end of the phone was deep and menacing. “What did you just say?”

Connell asked because he didn’t get any information on the phone from Lucian. “I need you to shift, get the scent of the men. Then you get to hunt,” Lucian told Howling Moon and Connell, and he could see the look of joy on all their faces. Connell gave a wicked smile as he stripped out of his clothes. Howling Moon shifted into his wolf form, taking in the surrounding scents. He picked out Connell, then Nate. The scent of the female also came to him, but it was a sweeter scent. The two stood in the middle of the crime scene, taking in the scents of the people who had been in the area. Howling Moon shifted back to look at Lucian.

I was going to die. The only question was how. A sound outside made everyone freeze. Not a normal sound. Not wind or animals or anything natural. A humming. Low. Resonant. Like the air itself was vibrating. “What is that?” Falcon moved toward the window. The moonlight streaming through the broken glass flickered. Like a light bulb about to die. But the moon didn’t flicker, it should be constant and still. Except it wasn’t. The light dimmed. Brightened. Dimmed again.

That silence only made my fear worse. I pressed a hand against my chest, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I shouldn't have gone to Jason's. I shouldn't have run into that man. What had I gotten myself into? First I found out my boyfriend of two years and my best friend were cheating behind my back. And now... I'd been kidnapped. This wasn't the kind of Christmas anyone would wish for. "Luna, please calm down." One of the women finally said. I frowned, confused. Luna? Who the hell is that?

That discomforting anger reared its head again, and then I sought Lauren for a distraction, she winked at me as our eyes met, then smiled. I hit the last step, touching the marbled floor. Simultaneously, the roof above us hissed open, diverting everyone's attention to the full moon above. I moved through the crowd as they easily parted, making it easy to reach the middle of the room. The moon above us shone brightly, and beautifully. Then suddenly, Conri growled from within. What is it? He growled again, then I caught a whiff of something. An aura, soft, feminine and enticing. I turned, trying to find it.

I stare at it for a moment before showing Lucien. He reads it and smiles, the real smile, the one that changes his whole face. “All three,” I say. I text back: Bring the one with the best cover first. Three seconds later, Théo sends a photograph. A dark blue notebook embossed with a silver moon. I stare at the image. “The moon,” I say softly. Lucien sees it over my shoulder. “Yes.” “We started under a full moon,” I murmur. “Coronation night. Your headlights on that road.”

A high-frequency drone, like the sound of a thousand glass bells shattering, filled the room. The Lunar High Council hadn't waited for the sunrise. From the sky over the Silver Peaks, a massive, silver-white beam of moonlight descended, incinerating the watchtowers and turning the snow to steam. In the center of the beam, three figures in white-bone armor began to descend. The Inquisitors of the High Moon. Lyra’s eyes turned a solid, glowing sapphire. She grabbed Silas’s hand, the "Mate Spark" flaring with a violent, world-ending intensity.

“Nikoa, thank you for coming on such short notice.” “What?” One corner of his lips curled into a smile. “And miss a battle... on the night of the Blood Moon? Not on your life. Thanks for calling.” “So, isn’t the Blood Moon affecting you?” I glanced over at him as I pulled Conner up the stairs and pushed the doors open. I was surprised that it was no longer affecting me as it had just hours before. He lifted one shoulder. “I claimed a Mate.” My head snapped toward him. “Hailey?”