Shoot For The Moon Novels & Stories

Surely, she had not relinquished me just yet. My muscle ached on running. The beast is clawing to the surface, begging me to save us both. Indeed, it will be faster with four legs but wolves will smell her the moment we turn and that makes us easy prey. And besides, my body is still recovering. Shifting will drain what's left of my strength. Both legs, wounded and weary, simultaneously leap forward passing trunks of trees along the dark and frigid night. The moon shone above, showing its dominance over the land as this one hopes for her mercy to outlive this night.

Two with hoods on their heads were forced to their knees. Angelo threatened me, Moon answered his phone, and all hell broke loose, which finally pulled me out of my zombie-like state. Moon pushed me down and I hit the ground hard. I couldn't care less that bullets were flying; all I wanted was Rack. I pushed Moon's hand aside when the gunshots stopped and he tried to help me rise. I was so damn angry. Ripping off his fingers with my teeth was a very real possibility.

What kind of a son and brother would he be? Fred Wilson and his men went farther in their journey. He had instructed them to pass through the forest, walking behind trees and totally avoiding the usual paths in the forest. He must capture Lukas before the full moon. It is few days to the full moon already and he must ensure he is tied up a prisoner during that period. They were to travel all day and find a place to hide before it get dark. When it gets dark, they would find their way into the pack and by dawn, the game was over and the prisoner would have been chained.

Water descended from the sky in minuscule drops that mirrored the light of the waning moon. Each tiny drop was a microcosm of the universe of alternating light and shadow, of shifting energies and swirling galaxies, gleaming like diamonds at one instant and then absorbing light and color in a moment.

“I will never regret knowing you too.” I want to look at him but I feel shy so I try looking anywhere else and notice that it’s already dark. The moon is shining bright with the dazzling stars. My adoptive mom is right, the sun and moon let each other shine at their time. I move my head and look at Airo who is now looking above too. “They are beautiful, right?” he asks. “Yeah.” A short answer escapes me. As he hears my voice, his eyes meet mine slowly moving his head towards me.

One camera, mounted at the bad angle they always were but it regardless caught the upper half of the alley, the iron belly of the fire escape, the lean of the walls. Then I made myself watch. Four hundred years and I had never once given myself the grace of looking away from what I had caused. In the footage, Victoria's man moved first. Elara went back against the wall from the simple arithmetic of running out of space, and then Victoria stepped in from the left with that particular patience in her posture that only comes from not caring how things end. The knife came up. SLASH! I watched Elara's face. Even though I knew what was coming, I squirmed at the thought of it.

Hunter stares up at the sky. "Moon Goddess, take me now." Ryan nearly falls over laughing. I shake my head. "Tara." "Yes?" "You're terrifying." Tara smiles proudly. "I know." Hunter is still staring at the sky like he's reconsidering every decision that brought him to this exact moment. Ryan wipes tears from his eyes. "I'm crying. This is the best day of my life." Hunter turns slowly toward Aiden. "You." Aiden raises an eyebrow. "What?" "Your Luna is reasonable."

“So, what does it require of me? Is there any evil power behind it? I really need to know because I've been left in the shadows for so long." “By midnight, make sure to meet me at the old Vine tree. " When the moon is bright, I believe that mysteries will also be unveiled,” she commanded me with a firm tone. “However, once we step into that mysterious light, there will be no going back." “What if I'm not interested in knowing?” I asked with panic laced up in my voice.

Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. Her hair lashed her cheeks. The circle of light above shrank. The rim of the cathedral became a thin ring. The moon floated in the center, pale and useless. Her heart hammered. Beats staggered. Weaker. Her hands grabbed at nothing. There was only void. Why? Blood for the Moon. Power for the Pack. A stray girl for the altar. Knowing didn’t make it hurt less. The darkness below met her before she could think another word. Impact.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c