Demon Slayer Upper Moon Novels & Stories

I scream and the light from my sword is then fired towards the sky. “NO!” I heard a piercing scream and we see Demonica standing meters from us with her followers. I drop to the floor feeling so weak so is Lana as her shield disperses. I look at the sky to see the green light from my sword shining brightly as it explodes and the dark mist is gone. We can finally see the bright full moon. “YOU! I will have to kill you first!” Demonica screams that resounded to the whole place.

Every shadow in his eyes. And then she turned back to the heart. The cavern trembled. The veins of silver light flickered. The heart cracked wider. The moon above turned fully crimson. The Bloodmoon had reached its peak. The forest screamed in pain. The bond unraveled. Lyla raised her left hand. The crescent-shaped scar blazed white. Her claws ignited with silver fire. The forest whispered. "The guardian bleeds. The heart endures." She didn’t hesitate. She plunged her claws into her chest.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

"The Moon Goddess is a bringer of tides and dreams, Jasmine. She is not a killer. Whatever is speaking through you is a corruption." Jasmine smiled, it was a devious smile. "Lets see how you handle the Night." She put the crown on her head and a wave of cold energy erupted. It threw Damon and Elara back toward the edge. The sky, which was just getting dark was suddenly dominated by a moon glowing with a sickly silver light. "The Lunar Rite " Caspian shouted, struggling to stand. "She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!"

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.

Their eyes dart away whenever it threatens to meet with the eyes of their neighbor, their attention focused on the entrance of the den instead and palpable fear festering beneath the surface. Every warrior, elder and even children not yet old enough to understand the happenings of the night are drawn to the den not from curiosity, but from the heaviness of the moon pressing against their ribs like a warning, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. “Something is wrong with the moon," one of the members mutters under their breath. One look at his silvery black robe and his long white hair indicates that he is a member of the Moon Council. “Is it the moon though?" one of his colleagues

A shadow moved beneath my feet as I entered the ring. Footsore steps met the stone just right. Light woke slowly a pale glow rising through rock veins, curling upward like mist after rain. Gentle. Whole. Without force. Around me, the group froze midmotion. One breath held tight by many chests. Knees found the floor without warning. I stared at Lucien. “You remain here as a pack member. No rank. No voice in council. You serve. You rebuild what you helped destroy. And if you ever forget what you did ” I let the silver light flare brighter for a heartbeat “ the Moon will remind you.”

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

“Please spare me the lectures, I can hear your every thought. Remember you created me.” “Noo, oo, I killed you…i thought i did” i tried to back away from the evil, but I couldn't move. “You can not kill what is not there milo. He is nothing but your imaginations you conjured out of desperation.” the moon goddess explained with pity, her once perfect face showing a hint of emotion. Now that we have established that I cannot die, let's get to my unfinished business. Shall we.” The demon coalesced from the red light, taking my shape… It was like looking into a mirror. But a corrupted, and twisted version of myself.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.