Moonwatcher X Qibli Novels & Stories

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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.

Charging in without a plan is, in fact, a very bad plan. From her position, her gaze remains locked on the monster responsible for all this chaos. Her fury grows, and with a low growl, the lowest branches of the sequoias begin to spiral and tremble, alerting Eisheth. A portion of the dark mist disperses for a few seconds before settling back into place. The Terrakai begin to grow uneasy. No one understands what is happening—except the spirits of the earth, who can sense their goddess, gifted by the moon, nearby.

Trevor called out, peeking from the curtains. Tristan winked at Luna before standing up. He closed his book and kept it on the chair. He walked toward Trevor with one hand on his waist. "What is Trevor talking about?" She asked Phoebe. "Just some random statue of the moon goddess. They seem to believe it changes shape every day." "And it doesn't?" "I don't know." She said it honestly. "I never saw any changes." "Perhaps I might," Luna said.

Then, I notice the reason for Holden’s discomfort. Several people are in a heated discussion around the altar. I recognize Alpha Michael, Beta Nick, Gamma Rhys, Delta Sally, and Olivier. One of the men is wearing grey robes and a long metal chain around his neck, which tell me he’s a Moonseer, a werewolf priest. He would be the one leading the service today. We approach the altar, and I’m horrified by what I see. Stones are overturned, and ancient symbols are smeared with paint. And there, right in the middle, is a crude representation of a DNA helix. It’s like a mockery of our most sacred beliefs.

The box shouldn't have felt heavy cause it was just a pocket silver watch. It was custom-engraved with the crescent moon of the Bloodmoon Pack and our wedding date. I had spent weeks tracking down the right craftsman, more weeks waiting. But every bit of it was going to be worth it. That was the thing For Caleb. My Alpha. My husband.

"Twenty-five thousand silver tokens is a massive hunt!" "Let her run," I whisper with a cold smile, tilting my head toward Dilios. "Dilios, did your scroll capture her entire tantrum on the video link?" Dilios flashes a wicked canine grin, tapping his electronic device. "Every single word, Gorgo. Within one moon hour, the entire Moonscribe Network will watch the proud daughter of the Winston bloodline beg a rejected moonborn to pay for her meat because her mate abandoned her." "Gorgo Lykaon, what did your pack just say!" Amy stops dead in her tracks near the heavy oak doors, her fur bristling as she storms back toward our mat. "Delete that link this instant or my father's warriors will tear

"They have been watching you like a promise. You are the one who will bring balance. Light and shadow. Order and chaos. You are the one who will unite the world." I stare at him. "I am just a wolf." "You are more than a wolf. You are the Silvermoon queen. The heir to the light. And you will do what no other queen has done." "What is that?" "You will bring peace. True peace. Not the peace of conquest. The peace of understanding." He rises. "The Watchers have a gift for you. A mark. It will protect you from the shadows." "I do not want a mark." "The mark chooses you. Not the other way around."

But at the center— A figure rises. Not Ashcroft. Not Morganna. Someone else. A woman cloaked in deep violet robes. Her hood falls back. Silver hair. Eyes like mine. Impossible. “Mama?” Asher whispers. No. Not Celeste. But someone with the same bloodline. “She’s Moonwright,” Morgan breathes. The woman lifts her hand. And the eclipse stabilizes. “Hello, little cousin,” her voice echoes through the sky. Cousin. My blood runs cold.