Demon Slayer Upper Moon 7 Novels & Stories

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

"Show mercy to those without power but protect the civilians and restore order. Silverfang must become fully functional within four moons and any additional resources required will be supplied by BloodFall." Zita finished writing. "Done, Alpha." Draven nodded. "Seal it." Before she could move—A knock sounded on the study door. Phil frowned. "Enter." A guard stepped inside. He bowed deeply. "A messenger from Crestmoon Pack delivered this." The guard handed over a sealed scroll. Phil accepted it first but the moment he saw the Crestmoon seal, his eyebrows lifted slightly. Without speaking, he handed it to Draven. Draven accepted the letter, broke the seal and began reading.

Elena’s voice rang out from the royal dais. “The Trial of the Moon begins. Phase one: combat without external aid. Luna will face three challengers in succession. No power. Only strength and will. If she falls, Liora Thorne will take her place as rightful mate to the king.” Boos and murmurs rippled through the stands. Nikolai’s jaw clenched so hard. The first challenger entered, tall, broad-shouldered, one of Thorne’s personal guards. Male. Smirking. He carried a short sword and shield.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

Her jaws snap close to my throat—dominant, victorious, merciless. Then something inside me howls—a last spark, a scream that refuses to die. I surge up, throwing her off with a burst of energy that splits the earth. Silence. I’m standing. Shaking. Bleeding. Still here. Lydia doesn’t get up right away. I haven’t won. But I haven’t lost. I’m still here. Barely. Rowan steps forward. “The Moon has seen,” he declares. “She holds power beyond her training. Potential no one’s seen before. But her control’s not there. Her place in this pack is…”

“Stronger.” I twisted free, kicking him back. “Not enough to beat me,” he added. “We’ll see.” Behind us, the fight between Reece and the demon was brutal but the demon was stronger. I could feel it. “The Blood Moon,” I realized and glanced up. The moon had turned fully red. “No…” I breathed. Darren followed my gaze and smiled. “Too late.” He lunged at me again. I barely dodged. My body was starting to slow from too many hits.

“Sister and Brother Moon, By the Power of the Ancients, Passed down to me by the Fearsome Magick of the Relics, Here witnessed by the first sacrifices of the New Order, I order you now to bestow your Gifts Upon Me, the Supreme One, the Patient One, Who has Waited for You to Give Me What is Mine. Enough! Do it Now! Sister and Brother Moon, By the Power of the Ancients, Passed down to me by the Fearsome Magick of the Relics, Here witnessed by the first sacrifices of the New Order, I order you now to bestow your Gifts Upon Me, the Supreme One, the Patient One, Who has Waited for You to Give Me What is Mine. Enough! Do it Now! SisterandBrotherMoon, BythePoweroftheAncients,Passeddown to me by the

Stopping in place, he turned to his friend with a sombre expression. "Jonis, I suspect Shamsiya Moore might've used an enchantment on me. Could this be the reason why she's...possessive of me?" "Enchantment? Hehe...Iblis, I say you should lessen your trip to the human territory. Just a few trips, and you've already begun to forget who you are. When has any enchantment ever worked on you, the Demon Lord? Forget about an enchantment. Aside from the Demon Slayer, even the olden spells and witchcraft don't work on you." Jonis scoffed, clearly displeased.

He briefly exchanged greetings with me before hurrying back. "I've been busy all day, patrolling with a few soldiers during the day, and then helping set up the hall for tomorrow's ceremony. Well, see you tomorrow!" He bid us farewell and drove away in a Ford F-150. At night, I lay alone in bed, feeling hot all over, my mouth parched, and my mind restless. When the Moon Goddess created werewolves, she bestowed upon us the speed and strength of wolves and the intelligence of humans, but she also bound us to the instincts of animals. Every full moon, when a werewolf turns 18, they go through a week-long heat cycle, and only a mate can soothe the restlessness of the heat. Rose kept urging me to