Moonraker Novels & Stories

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

The three of us have been friends since we were incredibly young, but this situation was grating on my nerves and these two were pushing their luck right now. “Aerian was spotted in New York, now saying that this was also four months ago. Havarlthian also believes he spotted her in Rhode Island two months ago. That was the last time any of our guys spotted her. It appears as if she might be making her way up and into New England. That does pose an exceptionally large issue.” Tillamuk explained. “And what might that issue be?” I asked. “The Blue Lunar Eclipse pack and the White Wynter Storm Pack. Not to mention that the weather has turned to shit, and that area of the States is notorious for

but letting our ties with New Moon disintegrate could prove catastrophic as well if left unchecked for too long, and it had already been quite a few years. “Instead of more moongrass,” Dedrick went on, “I propose we use Moonstone’s other biggest resource to our advantage: the moondeer.” He paused again, glancing up at Chris, who remained silent. My breath caught in my throat at the mention of those sacred, beautiful creatures. I didn’t have a good feeling about this, but I wanted to hear him out.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Knox's voice came from behind him. “What Leverage are we needing?” Ronan asked, turning on his heels to look at Knox. “The very beautiful woman Angela is holding is Zeke’s mate and Luna to Moonlight. Mick is holding Asher’s mate and Luna to Red Woods.” Knox began explaining. “Kind of figured that.” Ronan said not hiding his annoyance. “Moonlight and Red Woods are Cross River’s biggest allies and hold the biggest packs next to Cross River. So now we have their Lunas and if they do not bow before me…they will not have Lunas anymore.” Knox grinned looking at each woman.

Chapter 66: The Wolves in Shadow Rogue POV Tonight, the Moonlight was a traitor. It threatened to reveal us as it spread over the woodland, transforming each shade into a luminous outline. But even in the greatest light, we were used to sliding through the crevices. Too comfortable in their stronghold, the Moonshine Pack had become complacent. Their ruin will come from their hubris. Rhyker squatted next to me, his sharp eyes sifting through the dense undergrowth to find the pack's area. In stark contrast to the intense anticipation emanating from the others, his breathing was steady and serene.

She could feel the exhaustion in the room, but also relieved a bone-deep gratitude that they were home, alive, and together. Camerin lifted his mug first, his voice carrying easily over the din. “To the Lunar Lake Pack,” he said, his grin as fierce as any battle cry. “To our Alpha, our Luna… and to the witches who burned the night itself to save us.” The cheer that followed rattled the rafters. Wolves howled in unison, a sound that spoke of survival and unity. Even Lena and her sisters cracked tired smiles, raising their glasses in return before sinking back into their seats.

"The siphon is beaming directly upward. Target location... the dark side of the Moon. Ouroboros has a lunar base, and they are stealing our core energy!" Jack looked up at the sky, his Void arm pulsing with dark, violent anticipation. "Marcus. Katherine," Jack ordered, turning to his Vanguard and his Queen. "We have a pest control problem on the Moon. Let's go cancel their lease."

Elder Moonseer appeared from between the stones like a ghost, her white fur gleaming in the darkness. Marina touched the pack, mentally cataloging its contents. Dried meat and journey bread, a waterskin, a change of clothes suitable for the Blood Moon Hunt, herbs for basic healing, and a small knife. Nothing that would mark her as a spy. Nothing that could not belong to any unmated female seeking a mate at the sacred ceremony. "Everything except courage," Marina admitted.

The packhouse loomed ahead of her like a hungry animal. It wasn’t beautiful. Some packs lived in sprawling glass mansions with modern lines and open windows and soft lights. MoonRiver had… MoonRiver. The main house was three stories of dark wood and old stone, built into the side of the hill like it had grown up from the bones of the forest. Torches burned along the outer walkways instead of the clean, golden sconces other packs boasted about. Antlers and skulls were mounted over the front doors. The MoonRiver crest—a jagged crescent over black water—was carved deep into the heavy beams.