Moonwatcher Novels & Stories

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

His deep baritone was barely a whisper, pitched perfectly so that it was swept away by the howling mountain wind before it could carry down the pass. "Our scouts report the Bloodmoon eastern watchtower is still active. The automated silver turrets are humming. If they detect even a flicker of our approach, the high caliber silver rounds will tear through the front lines before we hit the valley floor." Anna didn't look up, her fingers already flying across the interface of a small modified digital sync-pad she had pulled from her utility belt. The screen’s pale blue glow illuminated her sharp features, casting long shadows across her high cheekbones. "The watchtower is running on the final m

A creature came out, that burst every border between machine and meat. She was almost four meters tall, a monster composed of scrap, titanium and woven muscle strands, the vage had the shape of a wolf, but its head from a modified Drillhead of the Old World passed. The eyes of the creature were red-glowing sensors, who scanned us like laser beams. The monster struck a sound – a mixture of a circle hydraulic press and a deep, rolling cord. “This is an Apex watchman,” Kael whispered, and I saw for the first time since years real,

Then her phone buzzed. She looked down. A text from an unknown number. You shouldn't have touched it. She typed back: Who is this? The response came in less than three seconds. Someone who knows what you are. The lights flickered. Luan looked up. The fluorescents buzzed, dimmed, then blazed back to full strength. The clock on the wall read 5:51 AM. Her phone buzzed again. The moon is in eighteen days. You need to be ready.

"The war between Moon and Sun is over but the real war is just beginning, forces beyond this realm have taken notice of you Guardian, they're coming." The light exploded outward and we all shielded our eyes. When we could see again there was something standing in the portal, a figure made of pure light in the shape of a massive wolf. "I am the Watcher," the figure said. "And I'm here to judge whether you deserve the power you've claimed." Anna stepped forward bravely despite her fear. "Then judge me." The Watcher's eyes blazed. "The trial begins now."

Ronan asked. “It’s not a fighter, it’s a focus, it watches, it reports and it helps them control.” Kael’s gaze stayed on her, warning and something else, like a possession or maybe recognition. He knew what being torn apart by the dark meant. “That’s why they wait, the Watcher watches her and the longer we sit, the more it learns.” The enemy wasn’t just attacking; it was spying with a supernatural scout. “Then we can’t wait,” Liora said, standing. “We have to attack the Watcher. Now, if we take it down, the wolves may turn on the hunters.”

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

He drops his gaze to his wrist, checking his silver heirloom watch. When Elder Vaelor passed on to the spirit woods, our inheritance included these magical tracking watches, along with a massive amount of ownership in the Moonstone Empire. They have different pack mottos carved into the silver backings. I like to think our grandfather chose each phrase for a specific reason, though when I look at mine, the words are brutal—LOVE IS ALWAYS ON TIME—carved for the one grandson who refuses to find a mate. But it's not because my wolf hasn't tried.