Shadow Moon Ranch Novels & Stories

He rasped, the name sending a wave of shock through the room. The Silver Moon Pack was a rival pack from the north, notorious for their ruthless tactics and their desire for blood and power. Their mere mention was enough to make the hairs on Kenziel’s back stand on end. "Silver Moon, huh...?" Kenziel snarled, anger visible in his icy-blue eyes. "If you were sent by your alpha, why did you brutally kill a human too? Was that part of your mission as well?" But the rogue's eyes was replaced with defiance, overshadowing the fear that was in it a moment ago. "Well, that was supposed to be my business, not yours." He spat, gnarling at Kenziel.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. At least not while we’re still out here.” Damien let out a resigned sigh, but there was understanding in his gaze. He dropped his hand, offering her a small, lopsided smile. “You’ve got a fair point,” he said. Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, “I guess I can spend time with my kid once we get back to my pack.” True to Damien’s word, as they crested the next ridge, the Shadow Moon Pack House came into view. A towering structure of stone and timber, it loomed over the clearing like the heart of a kingdom. Raven exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of what was to come.

(Avery’s Point of View) The moonlight spills in through the window like a pale veil, casting long shadows across the floor. I can’t sleep. I haven’t been able to for days. Every night feels like I’m drifting on the edge of something, caught between two worlds. The one where I’m Avery Harper, just a girl trying to survive her sister’s death and the mess of a life I never asked for, and the other where I’m Avery Maddox, tangled up in a curse I don’t understand, married to a man whose secrets are darker than his eyes.

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

And I just had to survive long enough for him to get here. How? The question spun relentlessly in my mind, sharp and unyielding. How had Grayson done it? Shadow Moon was impenetrable—warriors at every post, alarms woven into the boundaries, ranked wolves patrolling at all hours. It was the safest place I’d ever known. I had felt untouchable in Jackson’s arms just last night.

Fearing the worst, she called a cab and headed directly to the base with Sarah right behind her. Upon getting there she met Ty watching some chaos unfurl a little in front of them. Unlike most werewolf packs in the area that had their hideouts in bars or churches or restaurants, the shadow rock pack had theirs in a sort of neighbourhood. It lent itself well to the family image they depicted all so well. It was right at the edge of town beside a large stream of water.

Shadow told me his name was Cain, and I should never make eye contact with him unless I had a death wish and a signed will. Then there were the groups the ones that ran in packs like wolves, They laughed too loud and Hit too hard but also Moved in unison. Shadow leaned next to me at some point and pointed them out one by one. “Those are the Hounds,” he muttered. “They backstab for fun.”... I just nodded then my gaze moved to ... I don't know the dude looks short. “And that little dude?” “Don’t be fooled,” Shadow said. “He once ripped a guy’s ear off with his teeth. He’s sixteen.”

"Tell me you aren't thinking about it right now." Shamira could not because as soon as Clara had planted that kiss, then playing the game was exactly what Shamira had begun thinking about. ----------- -------------------- Shortly before dawn . . . ----------- -------------------- Shamira sometimes wondered exactly how much money Shane either had personally or had access to, because overnight he had managed to acquire a one-hundred acre farm up near Ellijay, GA with the possibility of buying more of the surrounding area. There was an old hay barn on the property which was spacious enough to accommodate two dragons, a dozen intact eggs, and tons of guards. Apparently the Tribunal had already h

“Not only that, but we have had to wait a while to even celebrate. I won’t let the fact that Jimmy isn’t showing up stop our celebration. We deserve it. Plus, I’ve been busy on the weekends helping my family move our stuff to our new place at Dark Moon. Who knew that being a beta there would also mean my family would be given a house to live in?” Shane then turns his focus to Finn and Tommy and playfully chimes, “Dark Moon isn’t as rich as someone’s pack that has full size apartments in the pack house, or should I say mansion.” Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I have never seen any pack even remotely as wealthy as Sun Moon. Not only is the pack house a mansion, if not a multi-level co

“Well, it's a good thing you anticipated their usual fuvkery. She would have drowned if Sparrow hadn't pulled her out of that water.” I grunt again, this time in agreement. Sparrow and I were disembarking to the yacht when we saw the speed boat heading in the wrong direction around the island. The foolish guards didn't even see us, too caught up in their own fuvkery to notice. Or maybe they just didn't care. Shadow moon pack is seen from the outside as an overgrown dystopian nightmare. It's the initial front we provide to scare them off. And it works. But in this case, it almost cost an innocent wolf her life.