Moonwalkers Book Novels & Stories

Marcus POV I and the guys were sitting alone with Damon, Wyatt, Zen, and Damien in the study as the girls went out together with Edmond to find in the old library the ancient book in which it says how and where to find the White Moon’s warriors and the mountain, as we will need to know how to get inside it. “So...” Damon said, looking at me as we all were sitting on two leather couches, drinking his father’s whiskey, and discussing what we all have just found out.

If she could have known ,the winds ahd flown her there so that she would be lectured as a kid them she could have never landed there but could have gone somewhere far away. “You surely underestimate my powers, Luna Milburn.” The moom godess chuckled, after reading her thoughts. “Am not lecturing you nor am I asking you to stop despising Alpha Rasmore. I just wanted to let you remeber that everytging happens for a reason.” She was told. Thick darkness started to ascend swallowing everything up. Karen wasn’t shocked nor asked anything because she knew what was about to happen. When the moongodess is preparing to reveal herself, the darkness happens. After a short while, the darkeness faded awa

My therapist disagreed with me; he sided with Maggie. "Hey girl," Ardith, one of the more experienced nurses on our unit, greeted me as she planted her bags beside me. "Full moon is in a few nights; I'm still recovering from the last one." She chuckled, cracking her knuckles. I gave her a weak smile, "Don't remind me. That night was hell."

Then he went home, slept on the floor, and woke before dawn to mop the ward. He didn’t speak to anyone about redemption. He didn’t make vows. He didn’t ask me to forgive him. He worked. And for the first time since the night under the blood moon, the pack ledger moved one notch closer to the truth.

Marco screams as his body is thrown back by an unseen force. The restaurant erupts into chaos. People scream, jump back, and Marco scrambles to a corner, terrified. I stumble backward, chest heaving. My hands glow faintly, and the air around me hums with something alive, dangerous, uncontrollable. For the first time in years, everyone sees me for what I really am. A freak

and she didn't know whether to run or reach for it. And me? I'd faced down rogues and rival Alphas without breaking a sweat. But the Moon Goddess hadn't given me a reward. She had given me a test. And if I failed... My heart wouldn't be the only thing breaking. It would break my pack. END OF CHAPTER ONE.

She drove the knife into the seam and forced it open. Inside lay documents sealed in plastic and a black stamp burned into the crate’s inner panel. The symbol punched the air from her lungs. Her hand froze. No. Her vision tunneled. She reached forward slowly, fingers trembling before they touched the mark. A broken crescent moon crossed by three claw slashes. Memory slammed into her. Smoke. Screams. Blood soaking the dirt. Her brother’s voice shouting her name. Then silence. Her knees hit the steel floor before she realized they had buckled.

“There might be an answer hidden inside the forbidden book.” Without waiting for the board members to dismiss the crowd, the four of us quietly slipped away from the field. We hurried across the courtyard and ran straight to Eileen’s dorm room. The moment the heavy wooden door shut behind us, I rushed over to the small desk. I pulled out the book from its hiding spot and tossed it onto the mattress. I sat down and began to flip through the weathered, yellowed pages immediately, my fingers searching for any mention of the glowing dome. Finally, my eyes landed on a section containing faded illustrations of a fractured crescent symbol. It was a part in the book that explicitly talked about the

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

“But if you sign, we’ll print the names on the notice board like we print the price of ferry tickets. People should know what a mouth costs to keep.” Silas’s smile flickered the way a candle does when a door is opened at the wrong part of a sentence. “Put it away,” Rooke’s matriarch said softly to him, calculating. “Not today.” He did not. He was not built for retreat. But his hands lowered a fraction, as if the book had taken on its true weight—the weight of an object that would require more witnesses than he preferred. Evelyn exhaled and looked up. High in the iron ribs of the foundry the moon had found a window and made of it a coin. It did not stain. It did not ask. It hung there like a