Moonraker Novels & Stories

***Third Persons POV*** Nora raised her head from the sink and walked to the towel hanger at the side of the sink. She picked a blue cotton towel and dried her face with the towel by dabbing. Her eyes locked on the red moon outside the small glass window in the bunker. Her eyes glinted in anger as she mumbled "The Red Moon!!" Nora's mind quickly went back to the brutal story relating to the red full moon. Three centuries ago, a primordial Alpha werewolf, Ryker Starrk, went berserk and sexually assaulted and killed a young female vampire not knowing her lineage. Ryker Starrk was an aggressive and cruel werewolf the supernatural world has never known.

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

“Well, she had mentioned that it was not one man, but three.” Elio’s eyes started to get dark out of anger. “My little girl!” “That’s why I didn’t tell you, but you know you cannot resist the mate bond. Anyway, she told me earlier that she was at Moonlit pack. The event is at Moonlit pack. The men are at Moonlit pack. You know what that means?”, Leonora looked at her husband expectantly, waiting for the penny to drop. “Oh shit.”, Elio whispered. “Yes. What is one of them is Griffin?”, Leonora stated.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

I have no choice but to play my final card before the battle begins. “Warriors of Moonraker pack!” I begin, using the mind-link to project my message to every pack member standing in front of me. “It is I, Emory Moonraker, daughter of Alpha Bernard Moonraker! I was to be your next Alpha. I trained with you, served with you, lived with you, laughed with you, and cried with you from the moment I was born until I was sold as a feeder to King Kane by my father not long ago.”

I wanted that. I wanted to look across the room and find Rosanne smiling at me like she had been expecting me to look at her. “Mikhail?” Landon called out, his voice cutting through my reverie. “How many packs are remaining?” I asked in a bored tone. “Just three,” Hudson said, looking at the list that Kane had so nicely provided. “Top of the list?” “Moon claw pack,” he replied. Moon claw, I guess that was our next destination. “Tonight, we attack Moon Claw,” I said.

He asked and I nodded. "What then?" "Darkmoon is the closest pack to a huge sea that separates us from the Northern borders," He said, "according to Marla, it's not just about the water, it's about me, the blood bearer. Right?" I squinted at him, "Okay?"

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

NARRATIVE POV. Sheriff McKenna stood in front of the house listed on the card in his hand, checking the number to be sure he had the right place. 1388 Moonstone Drive, Greystone, CA 09101. He looked up at the burgundy cobblestone cottage, sitting alone in the middle of what felt like no man’s land. On his drive here, he hadn’t passed a single home, only a few scattered stores along the road. Down the street, there was only an empty filling station in sight, its neon lights flickering blue and red against the darkening evening. Beyond that, nothing stretched for miles, but a lonely road lined with winter-struck trees, their branches dry and bare, as if withering away.

Kelvin stepped forward and added coldly, "Don't bother me with meaningless things anymore. As for the moonstone ring—give it to Amanda. Only the Luna of the pack has the right to wear it." His gaze dropped to my hand, his eyes narrowing. "Where is it?" he asked. I stared at him, my voice ice-cold. "I broke it—by mistake." "What?" Kelvin's eyes widened in disbelief. "You even shattered it? Do you have any idea what that ring was? My mother inherited it from my grandmother—it's the symbol of the Luna in our pack! And you broke it?!" His claws extended sharply, and for a moment, I thought he might actually attack me.