Texarkana Moonlight Murders Novels & Stories

“We need to get our story straight before we appear at the high court. It seems to me that whoever is responsible for the murder is trying to frame you more than me. The tension between Blood-Moon and Keystone is just an added bonus because if my Luna is accused of murder, that mirrors me and I will be forced to go after Keystone.” “So…our suspects are Alpha Alec, Annika and Alpha Jordan.” She listened. “My money’s on Alec.” “Here's another thing friends bond over, making fun bets, Shade and I still do that. My money is on Annika so whoever ends up being correct will pay the other.” She stood up, her hand stretched out for a handshake. “It’s a deal then?” He also stood up, accepting the hand

“Maxton? Is something wrong?” He caught up to her, grabbing her arm. He pulled her into a secluded hollow. “Hey!” Mara protested. “What was that for?” “Were you going to tell me about the full moon festival tonight?” His voice shook with anger. Mara blinked. “It’s harmless. It won’t hurt you.” “Harmless?” Maxton snapped, pacing. “Yesterday the moon dragged memories out of me I didn’t even know I had. I thought only one person killed my mother, but I saw another. Someone else pulled the trigger. Someone orchestrated it.”

I said, following the trail until it vanished. After taking a few turns, we reached the tunnel's exit, where Sheriff Scott stood. "I was right! I told you I was right! His blood is all over the place!" Luna yelled, her voice a mix of excitement and tension. Sheriff Scott looked at us with a strange kind of fear on his face. "Did any of you look at the reflection of the moon?" he asked, his eyes scanning each of us. "She did," I pointed toward Victoria. “What did you see?” he demanded, rushing toward her.

He simply picked up his gun and mercilessly shot at numerous numbers of Herrick's wolves. The Bloodmoon pack clashed with the Silver pack, bodies falling left and right. The few of the Bloodmoon wolves that made rounds to the back of the van to check the environment, got their hearts ripped out by Lana, who had hidden underneath one of the vans. She either slashed deep into their heels or shot them in the chest. Tyler was covered in blood. He cleaned a fresh set that splashed across his face, entering his eyes as he took the life and tossed away the body of a blonde that had attacked him. He was face to face, glowing red eyes burrowing into each other's heads.

" I got up to grab my stuff, a part of me was terrified, and a part of me needed a distraction. We were heading to Castle City. Link was driving, Axel was riding shotgun, and I was in the back with Damon and Maddox. Maddox, the Beta to Aloha Killian of the Death Moon pack. Only the most ruthless and fierce pack in North America. No big deal. Link and Axel were chatting away, and Damon and Maddox said nothing. I believe it was because they were plotting my death. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I reached for it. Victoria's name accross the screen; both Maddox and Damon looked at me. I visibly gulped. Do I open it with them watching? Do I put it in my pocket, and they think I am ignoring her

For all I know, Piers put her up to something, and her sad story about being taken from her pack to marry the cruel Gamma of Hallowed Moon is just that, a story. Piers has never done anything to me. He wasn’t even there on the morning Tyler came to murder me. I’ve never even seen him do something needlessly cruel. “When would you like to have the service, Luna?” the undertaker asks me, pulling me from my thoughts. For a moment, I don’t register what he’s saying. “Sorry, what?” “The service?” Easton said they’ll be back on the full moon. “The night after the full moon,” I say at last.

As we get closer Ryker calls, “Gather round!” I notice he places Kennedy between him and the rogues. Either he’s lost his mind or he thinks this will gain their trust. They all seem to have taken to her quickly, like Calvin. I notice the tension in his forearm though. Ryker’s ready for a fight and even his mate won’t stop him if someone even looks at her the wrong way. His patience is wearing thin. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long, but that is probably because of her too. “Finn, you have been brought forward to give testimony on the attacks of Dark Moon pack and the abduction of our Luna. Who was involved in the planning of the attack on the Luna and her five warriors back in the Fal

He looked… relieved. His hand tightened on the dagger. He twisted. The pain arrived like lightning. White. Blinding. Her knees buckled. His grip on her shoulder held her in place. “The Moon demands blood, Arielle,” he murmured at her ear. His tone was almost gentle. Almost. “And you are the perfect lamb.” Heat poured down her torso. Blood soaked the front of the dress. Red on white. No one screamed. No one rushed the altar. The guests watched. Still.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

The chilly and yet comforting waters felt like a song to my soul as my eyes closed, relishing the beauty of the night—-footsteps again, and this time less discreet. My eyes sprang open immediately and I jolted to my feet, covering my nakedness with so much of my hands as I yelled, “Who’s there?!” Silence again, this time there was no plan to relent, “Denny I swear to God if it’s you in the shadows I’m reporting you to the sheriff! You won’t be near a woman for the rest of your damned life!”