Untouchable (the Moonlight Avatar Series Collection) Novels & Stories

Beta Jasleen appealed. "Yes, of course, we have to wait for the full moon," Alpha Xavier replied. "She has the green petals on the right side of her neck," beta Jasleen countered. "And it only glows on the full moon," Alpha Xavier pointed out. "But then who says that it cannot glow at other times?" Beta Jasleen decides to remain positive. "And now I should go about meeting strangers," alpha Xavier nodded as he said this. He could not imagine how bad this could get. "You are a good alpha; the people love you." beta Jasleen said. "And who says you must do that in person? We all have to be on the lookout for the lady with the green pearl on the right side of her neck," beta Jasleen remarked.

She grabbed the card to find Leader Xavier’s beautiful handwritten note. “Dearest Claire and Jack. I know that the separation will be hard on the both of you. When you touch one, the other moon globe will light up. If you should ever find yourself wishing you could see one another or you think of each other, gently touch the moon. And it will let each other know. Stephanie has one as well, so don’t play too much with them. All the best, Xavier.” Figures a werewolf would gift a moon.

The beast shuddered, let out a low whine, and then collapsed into dust at her feet. “So it is true,” she whispered. Her voice was soft, almost tender, but the cruel joy in it filled the room like poison. “The Alpha’s daughter carries the moon’s power. A gift that should never have been hers. That light belongs to me.” With a sweep of her hand, the black water stirred and rose into shapes. Images formed on its surface—Lyra clutching her child, Damien standing over them like a shield, and the pack gathered in silence, caught between awe and fear.

"What something?" "I don't know yet." "You had an expression…" "I was surprised." "You were more than surprised." He held her gaze steadily. "The column of light," he said. "The direction it went." He paused. "In the old stories, the ones the elders tell about the Moon-touched, there's a specific manifestation. Something that only the most powerful Moon-touched could do." He stopped. "What manifestation?" He looked at her hands. Then at the sky where the light had gone.

September 25, 2022 Hello, lovelies! As promised, here are the details for my next projects. UNDER THE MOONLIGHT - Black Shadow Pack Collection of Mate Bond Stories It will be launched around OCTOBER 5-6 Part 1 - A GAMMA'S KISS - Gamma Carlos and Shaila ((COMPLETED) Part 2 - A BETA'S HEART - Beta Paul and Alba (COMPLETED - also available in the book IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA)

"THE SYMMETRY IS A MALFUNCTION. THE SUN-WALKER AND THE BLOOD-ALPHA ARE HEREBY DELETED" The Avatar swung the scythe. The strike didn't cut through the air; it Deleted the Space between us. The Garden of the Scorned began to pixelate and vanish into the black-light of the scythe. "Leo! Protect the Sisters!" I shouted. Leo stepped forward, his hair as white as salt, his runes glowing with the "System Administrator" energy of the Archive. He raised his hands, and the Army of the Unspoken—the thousand Sun-Walkers who had stepped out of the orbs—formed a wall of white-hot emerald fire.

The boy was still, his eyes no longer glowing white, but his breathing was shallow, his small body vibrating with the aftershocks of the celestial possession. A few feet away, the gold-and-sapphire crystal that was all that remained of Silas Blackwood began to pulse. It wasn't a violent rhythm; it was a heartbeat. The golden dust that had scattered into the atmosphere began to swirl, drawn back to the crystal by a magnetic force that ignored the laws of physics. It looked like a reverse explosion, a cloud of stardust condensing into a silhouette of a man. Isabella Vance, the silver Avatar of the Moon, watched the scene from the ridge, her diamond-eyes narrow and calculating. She didn't strik

I draw in one final, ragged breath, preparing to pour every remaining drop of my alpha soul into a suicidal barrier burst, right before a brilliant, blinding flash of celestial energy erupts from beneath my chest. Aichonne unleashes a brilliant wave of pure Luna starlight from her moonstone ring, vaporizing the swarm into a harmless cloud of glittering black glass dust. The explosion of lunar power is instantaneous and breathtaking, washing over my bleeding back with a cool, soothing balm that instantly cauterizes the deep gashes and neutralizes the lingering sting of the dark venom.

Far away, deep within the shattered ravines, a figure cloaked in silver and shadow smiles. The Unbound has found his blade. And the Moon— The Moon is already preparing to strike.

The transformation completed. We stood—stood?—no, that was not quite right. The avatar existed in a way that transcended simple physicality. It was enormous, a being of pure moonlight taking the shape of a wolf but made of silver fire and starlight. Its eyes blazed with the combined power of six Lunar Wolves. Its voice, when it spoke, resonated across dimensions: “WE ARE THE MOON’S ANSWER. WE ARE THE LIGHT THAT BREAKS THE DARKNESS. WE ARE INEVITABLE.”