Moonwatcher Novels & Stories

EZREAL’S POV Then I saw it. Three lines that were written darker than the rest. ‘When the Watcher sleeps. When the Bell does not ring. When thorns remember why they were grown.’ My mouth went dry. Vincent noticed immediately. “Boss, what did you see?” I swallowed. “The Bell.” Aiden’s eyes widened. “The old chapel bell.” “Which hasn’t rung since the schism,” Baron finished. “Because it cracked.” “And the Watcher,” I added, dread curling tight in my gut, “is the constellation Malrick followed. It ‘sleeps’ during the new moon.”

"But the trials that lie ahead are to be tested on every bond you hold dear. Soom will break. Some will be reforged. And some will destroy you." "Who are you?" Alec asked, stepping in front of Luna in a protective manner. The eye of the figure remained constant. “I am The Watcher, that''s what they call me. And I happen to be here for you with a piece of guidance … provided you are ready to trade something precious.” Luna swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “What price?” The Watcher smiled, tilting his head. The smile was hidden under the hood, though. "Trust, little one. You have to make a choice about who to trust. That choice will determine the outcome of everything."

“That’s my job sweetpea and it is my pleasure. So tell me everything! How did you guys meet? Do you all have glasses together? Where are you from? What…?” “Mom! Too many questions too fast. Give them a minute to talk… please.” “Sorry, sorry I'll shut up.” “I'm Maya as you know, I was assigned to be Charlie's tour guide when she first got here. It was besties at first sight. I'm from northern Montana from the whispering pines coven.” “An elemental witch! very nice, very powerful. Having a strong witch that you can trust at your back is always a good idea.” “I appreciate that but I barely have my powers and I have even less knowledge on how to control them.”

I was at the top of the castle, with the largest view covering the whole borders of the Star Raiders pack and beyond. “Welcome Alpha!”Trevor welcomed me, already there. “Here!” Trevor handed me a device. ‘Wolf Eyes’ A device that can see objects even thousands of miles away. I grabbed and wore it across my face. There he was! Valari, riding his horse, far beyond the packs boundaries. The Wolf Eyes could cover even only so far, but now we had a reason to be bring him in for questioning. I pulled it off, turned ready to leave. “Bring him in for questioning tommorow!” I said to Trevor, my voice heavy.

“I don’t have time for this, and I don’t want to hurt you. Let Trey know I won’t be his pawn, and since he doesn’t regard me as a sister, he can forget he ever had one.” There was a smile on his face. “Hurt me?” She breathed in the crystalline air of the Mojave Forest behind the compound, moonlight flowing through her veins. The crowd gasped, transfixed by the glow of Emory’s electric green eyes — eyes that matched those of the moon goddess Aworyn. She felt the furious power of the full moon course through her as she shifted into full hunter form: larger than the wolves, but not quite on par with the Lycians who retained their humanoid shape while transformed.

When he finally looked down at his hand, he saw it: a faint shimmer on his wrist, the mark he had sworn would never return. And somewhere in the dark, under the same moon, Evelyn touched her own wrist and whispered, “Round two.”

They were watching, measuring, adjusting their behavior around me. Selene’s attack had failed, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last. She would continue to plot, to test, to try to undermine me. And I would be ready. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, calm and fierce. We are ready for anything. I exhaled, letting the cool night air fill my lungs. Yes. We are. The Moon marked me, yes. But now I understood that it was more than a mark. It was a beginning. A promise. A warning.

The glass windows ripple like water. "Now look," she says, showing the shapes moving on her arms. The glowing structure behind them is identical to this new mythical looking diner. "This tattoo was a dream. Just abstract shapes that I remembered. I thought they were fragments of memories. Now, I don't t think that's it at all. Or not all of it. Look here." She pointed at where a glowing orb pulsed beneath her skin. "That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive.

The name Gatewatcher sends ice through my veins, dredging up half-remembered legends from the darkest corners of our mythology. If the stories are true, the Gatewatcher is the cosmic sentinel that stands guard over the barriers between worlds, the ancient force that keeps the primordial chaos locked away from our reality. The fact that Amira—if it truly is her—mentions both the gods and the Gatewatcher in the same breath suggests that Selene's transformation has attracted attention from powers that dwarf even the moon goddess herself. Marcus reads the letter again, his face grave with understanding. "If Amira lives, then the Moonfall Ruins were never truly destroyed. They were hidden."

"Wait. You haven't received your gift yet." Before I could protest, he slipped something cool and heavy around my wrist – a watch, I realized. In the dim light, I could make out its elegant design – sapphire crystal face with a night sky of tiny stars embedded within. "It matches mine," he explained, showing me his own wrist where an identical timepiece gleamed. "Custom made." I examined it more closely. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the weight substantial without being uncomfortable. The face showed not just time but the phases of the moon – currently approaching full.