Daki Upper Moon Novels & Stories

He shrugged and stared at me. “You’re the alpha and yet you want your pack to just call you in your name? The alpha of our neighborhood island calls their leader as Alpha Damon, why can’t we call you the same, Alpha Alqamar?” Fin was the one who asks. I looked away and just stared at the dark sky above. The moon is in a half, yet it still shines brightly.

What if he doesn’t know for sure? I’ve been unlucky my whole life. “Being born under a Black Moon makes you someone who’s fierce and has the power to change the world. Now, that change doesn’t always have to be bad, but it can be. It all depends on what you’re going to do with your life. Your intention. If you decide that you want to dedicate your life to being good, then why should that be a bad thing? I’m not saying that it’s not something difficult to handle, but being born under such a moon can be rewarding.”

30 pm in the evening and headed inside to get the tea. He handed the tea and went in to continue washing the dishes, usually this time he starts to cook but today he didn't cook as they were going to the shore. Rathi went near the iron trail and saw the sky is too purple and it's getting darker. There's no moon in the sky and Rathi thought it must be Amavasai (Lunar phase of the new moon). She sipped the tea but it tasted terrible but she needed something to warm to get down this coldness.

Clearly he was also battling with his wolf. “Anytime from now to the next day but the super moon should speed things up.” The moon. Lori looked up at the moon and instantly felt dizzy. She blacked out.

I ask, voice raw. Vastian’s gaze hardens. “No,” he says. “Claiming you—if you choose us—will fully bind you to us as our mate, but the curse won’t lift under this moon.” “Then when?” His eyes flick skyward, toward where the sun already bows its head behind the trees. “Under the Milk Moon.” I frown. The name is foreign and familiar all at once. “What is that?” He smiles faintly. “It’s a moon that comes only once each year. Brighter than any other. It didn’t make sense before—before the veil between our realm and yours thinned. But after the curse… we understood.”

I let Suaco take control right here. And like always, we are standing taller than everyone around us. Except, Gix. He is still taller than us since he is a lycan. The power of the moon is becoming stronger. The thrill runs all over our body as we can feel the power awakening as the moon has finally reached its perfect spot in the night sky, known as midnight. We looked back from the meadow at the sounds of pain.

“Because even though we don't talk about it, we all think the same thing; this peace we’ve found won't last. Darius’ enemies are still out there. The bastards who hunt my people are out there. So this peace will end eventually. But we’re going to do something before it ends. We’re going to gain allies.” She looked at Darius and he nodded as he continued. “The next full moon is a blood moon. This isn't normally celebrated but we’re going to celebrate it this year, and we’re going to invite other packs.” He paused, looking around the room. “We’re going to host it.”

The upcoming full moon night held the promise of more beautiful moments to come, and I couldn't wait to share them with Adolph by my side. ************ The excitement in the air was palpable as the Moonlight pack prepared for the upcoming full moon night. In just two days, the moon would cast its radiant glow upon the land, marking a time of unity and celebration for the pack. The anticipation was evident in the smiles and chatter that filled the air, as both young and old looked forward to the enchanting night that lay ahead.

what could possibly go wrong? Moon's blessings, Odessa 🌙✨

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.