Moonwalkers Book Novels & Stories

“The Moonfire has awakened… and we are its bearers.” Above them, the twenty moons aligned perfectly, casting a guiding light on the molten battlefield. The challenge had begun—and Book Three’s true story was just unfolding.

Charles says reluctantly. “We’re Wolf Witches,” I demand. “We’re assumed to see out for wolves, not fair ourselves. My ancient pack doesn’t have the numbers that the Blood Moon Pack does. They’re like sitting ducks out here. Somebody needs to tell them what’s coming.” Genuine sufficient, and as much as I adore Map book, I adore my family too… but that’s not my essential reason for needing to go there, which will likely fair make me appear crazy on best of everything else. “The Unused Moon wolves aren’t nomads,” Charles focuses out. “They won’t need to evacuate, if they’re indeed willing to conversation to you at all.”

“Okay, so you’re basically a one-woman natural disaster now.” Luca doesn’t laugh. “No one should be able to control more than one element. But you have. Spirit and earth. We already know that. But now water and fire too? That is just… Not unless—” He cuts himself off. “Unless what?” I ask. He meets my eyes. “Unless you were never just moon-bound to begin with.” “That’s ridiculous,” Nate scoffs. “She’s literally the Huntresses’ favorite. She’s very, very bound, bud.”

Consumed by the fireworks that came from the arms now pressed against my burning skin. Another Were came running towards me and the person holding me flung out his leg in a flying kick, connecting it against the side of the man’s head. He dropped to the ground with a thump. As I rubbed myself up against whoever was holding me, more of the Tri-Moon pack stepped up to fight back the men. Most of which were woman. Luckily, we have a lot of strong female fighters in our pack.

The wounds seemed to be healing, but for some reason they stopped. "What is going on? It looks like they were healing until you came over here then it stopped." We stood there for a moment while I noticed a moon tattoo or mark on her right wrist. "Hey, move over here for a bit. I want to see something." "Alright, I am not really sure why but fine." As I moved toward my brother and the light of the moon hits her back and not only did the mark on her wrist glowed, but her back started healing once more.

After a long silence, I finally forced out a single word. "…Alright." The moment I agreed, the tension left his shoulders. A satisfied smile slowly appeared in his eyes, as though he had known from the beginning that I would never refuse him. The first year of Unclaimed Moon nearly destroyed me. I secretly used my family's connections to follow everything Damian did, comparing every she-wolf around him to myself. I compared every she-wolf around him to myself, wondering whether those she-wolves had held his hand, kissed him, or shared his bed.

IRIS POV I wiped off the book shelf’s with a napkin, there were different books, history, pack welfare and war strategy. So, Ryker was the reading type. That's surprising, for a man who seemed to communicate mostly in threats. Mira was busy dusting off the sofa and cleaning the table spotless. I picked one of the books that caught my interest; Titled the history of the Moon. The paper made crinkly sound as I opened the page. My eyes skimmed the elegant writing about the Moon Goddess and the profound, inescapable nature of the mate bond.

A cold pressure at the base of my skull that didn't come from anything I could see. I turned left. The window. The shape behind the mesh was already moving. I had the metal rack in both hands before I understood I had moved. The window came in. The frame, the glass, the figure through it and the rack met him at shoulder height with the full weight of everything I had put into it, and the sound it made was very loud in the small room and he went down into the remaining glass and didn't get up quickly. Marcus was already moving on the door.

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.