Moonraker Novels & Stories

For the first time, his lips curved in something almost like respect. Raven pushed herself to her feet, her chest still heaving, but her voice steady. “I am Raven Blackthorne. I am the Luna of the Moon Riders. And no one, no wolf, rogue, hunter, or god will take that from me.” The circle erupted into howls, a sound of both fear and awe. But as the echoes rolled through the night, the full moon pulsed brighter than ever. Zari, Raven’s wolf now truly hers whispered a final warning inside her mind:

Ronan ordered, placing himself in front of me. A shadow dropped from the rooftop. Steel flashed. I screamed as Ronan shoved me aside. The assassin moved fast—too fast for human eyes—but Ronan was faster. He caught the attacker mid-lunge, shifting partially as he slammed him into the stone wall. Bones cracked. The assassin laughed. “You’re too late, Alpha,” the man hissed. “The Moon has already chosen.” Ronan ripped his throat out. Blood sprayed across the courtyard. I stared, frozen, horror and something darker twisting in my gut.

I flooded the Lunar Loom with the "Energy of a Story that Refuses to be Told." The reaction was a Universal System-Error. The Lunar Loom, designed to harvest the "High-Intensity Drama" of the shifter species, hit a wall of Nothingness. The white light stuttered, turned a bruised purple, and then Imploded. The "Negative-Mass" beams backfired, the suction reversing and slamming back into the moon’s surface. The crack in the moon widened even further, chunks of lunar crust drifting off into the void as the Harvester-Ship’s engine seized.

"Say that again." "Wren," Elara repeated, startled by the reaction. "Why. Does it mean something." Akira was quiet for a long moment. Her expression worked through something I couldn't fully read, some old memory surfacing behind her careful composure. "It might mean nothing," she said finally. "It's a common enough name. But it's also close enough to Wren of the Threshold, a name that appears exactly once in the older texts, in reference to the last confirmed sighting of a Keeper, generations before any of us were ever born into this pack."

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.

Silver gleamed under the low light. A blade. Not just any blade. Old. Lunar-forged. Balanced perfectly for a hand that could both destroy and protect. Mira sucked in a breath. “That’s a Moon Relic.” “Yes.” “They were all destroyed.” “So everyone was told.” I wrapped my fingers around the hilt. The metal hummed, recognition, not resistance. “This was made to kill Devourers,” Mira whispered. “And to anchor them,” I said. Her head snapped up. “Anchor?”

“Some ancient wolves believed certain bloodline abilities became harder to detect during moonless nights. The Anchor ability, in particular, can be clouded when the moon is absent. It’s old lore, but it lines up with what we’re seeing. The Keeper used that to their advantage for years.” Mara suddenly remembered something, eyes widening as she leaned forward. “I heard similar stories while working for the splinter group. They deliberately planned important movements during dark moons because Anchor abilities became less reliable. They called it ‘the blind veil.’ The Keeper has probably been following that pattern for years without anyone noticing. That’s how they stayed invisible.”

Here's a little cheat sheet for the packs. Alpha Merrick and Luna Gracelyn - Harvest Moon Alpha Zion (currently unmated but that may change soon;)) - Blue Moon Alpha Aydin and Luna Tessa - Waning Moon Alpha Kolter and Luna Kinsley - Waxing Moon Alpha David and Luna Christina - Silver Moon ......................................................... “So,” she continued, her tone lighter, “with that being said, Blood Moon pack will not be a part of this war and I will be keeping a close eye on them.”

He stared at me for a long time. "Okay," he said flabbergasted "Now the werewolf part." Marcus's kitchen smelled like burnt toast and the cedar candle he'd been lighting every morning since his mother sent it two Christmases ago. It was the most normal smell in the world. I held onto it while I talked while I laid the whole thing out in the order it happened. I started from the Alderman Hotel corridor six weeks ago and ended with the alley, the knife and the part where Lucien Blackwood had dropped three storeys out of the dark and put himself between me and Victoria Moretti without breaking stride.

“Cassian, you called me your mate… so why are you rejecting me?” The words barely leave my lips before the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack looks at me with a coldness that tears deeper than any claw. Cassian Jaewon is powerful, feared, and untouchable. He is the Alpha every she-wolf dreams of having, but the last man I should ever want. Especially when my entire pack has already accepted Bianca, my own sister, as his future Luna. I spent years living in Bianca’s shadow, accepting my place in the dirt. Then the full moon changed everything. One night of undeniable passion forces the truth to light: we are fated mates. But instead of claiming me, Cassian forces a cruel choice. To p