Moonraker Novels & Stories

In other packs, I would have been dead already. Jade shook her head, thinking about how brainwashed Aurora was. ‘’What’s the name of your previous pack?’’ ‘’Moon Creek,’’ Aurora told her. Jade gave a little laugh. ‘’Sorry, but that low grade pack.’’ ‘’What do you mean?’’ ‘’I mean, Moon Creek is the weakest pack there is. I am surprised no rogues have taken them out as yet. They don’t even have an elemental in the pack to keep them safe.’’

"Well, I guess that was kind of my fault too. We went to one of my clubs and I trusted her with one of Zane's mates, who ended up giving her a shit ton of MoonDrops." "What are MoonDrops?" "A drink made from moonlight. It was most commonly used by wolves to make unwilling mates... willing. It's waters that have been bathed in moonlight for centuries upon centuries. It doesn't do anything to humans, except give them diarrhea from drinking dirty cave water. To shifters, however, it makes them completely primal when it comes to sexual desires. Like, more so than you'd think. If you saw it in action, you would understand why it's banned."

The Grand Hall of the Lunar Keep was suffused with an unnatural chill. Moonlight filtered through cracked windows, casting fractured silver beams across the shattered marble floor. Selene stood at the dais, her cloak pooled around her feet like spilled ink, every rune upon her skin pulsing with dread. Ryker knelt beside her, one hand on her belly, the other clenched in the broken stone.

The Hunter. His body was wrapped in black armor laced with silver threads that shimmered under moonlight. At his back hung two swords forged from obsidian and celestial steel—known as twin fang breakers. His face was hidden behind a mask that bore the crest of the Moon’s Eye: a sign of ancient judgment. He stopped at the crest of a ridge and stared down at the glowing borders of the Obsidian pack below. “The Moonbreaker rises,” he murmured. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—hooded, feminine, voice low.

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.” My throat tightened. I read on, entranced. “The Nameless Moon is not a god. It is not a beast. It is what remains after the First Wolf devoured the sky and choked on the stars. It is hunger, memory, madness. And it does not knock. It waits.” --- Ronan I hovered behind her, my hand resting on her back, anchoring her as her breath quickened with danger. “This is what Mason wants to resurrect,” I spoke in a hushed tone.

What was that? “I don’t understand Orion. What is a Moonsworn healer?” I was beginning to panic and Mira could sense it in my voice because she immediately holds my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Moonsworn healers are wolves born during the blood-red moon,” Orion explained. “This proves you’re not an omega, and it means you haven’t fully emerged yet. I’m not sure I have all the facts right, because if you and your sister were born during the blood-red moon, it should have been written in the—”

I glanced at Mara, she didn’t flinch, just folded her hands together as if she’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. “The Moon Goddess came to me,” Ryker continued. “Twice. Once in my bed chamber… and again after I slept. She showed me what’s under that old witch’s cabin, and warned me about what’s coming.” He told them everything, about the portal, the Mayan underworld, the hunger that lived beneath the mountain. About how the witch wasn’t just Jake’s mother but something far worse, bound to an ancient curse that could tear open the veil between realms. When he finished, the silence was absolute. The fire popped once, like punctuation.

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.