Demon Slayer Upper Moons Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Something in the way she says mates has me nervous. “Why the Blood Moon? Wouldn’t a regualr full moon be sufficient in releasing her dormant powers?” The sisters giggle in perfect harmony, sending chills down my spine. I absolutely hate talking to these three. “Silly Levi.” They all say in unison, their voices coming out in a haunting whisper as their voices meld together. “You of all should know the significance of the Blood Moon” Atropos chides me. “Being a demon and all.” Clotho adds, tsking.

“The universe pales, the sun and moon dim! Heaven’s wrath unfolds, demonic blood unveiled!” Luna’s slender fingers suddenly tapped above her chest.

"Okay, Cal. We'll discuss that later. Now we have to get some rest. We still have work to do tonight for the ritual to summon the Moon Goddess." That night, Derek and Callum stood on a wooden platform his men had prepared. There was a large basin filled with water in front of them. Then, when the full moon rose high in the sky, Derek and Callum raised their hands high; they slashed their hands with a knife and dripped their blood into the basin. "Moon Goddess, I am Callum Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. Request you that our enemies may perish instantly." "Moon Goddess, I am Derek Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, asking you to return and give us double our strength so we can easily d

Jayden blurted out in anger. Staring at him with a blank expression, Rex kept mute until Jayden sat back down with a vicious anger. "As I was saying,” He kept on. "Jaylen is the Moon Goddess chosen Alpha. He is the Moon Goddess Choice and any attempt to go against this would result to the destruction of us all. And I don't think we want that—“ Jayden growled attempting to jump at Rex, but he got beaten to it by his twin brother. "No way! No way this is really happening!" Jaylen stood up with rage.

I explain. “OK, so what do we do about this?” Axel asks, looking between me and my silent mate. “My mother used to say there was an acceptance that needs to be made under the full moon,” I add. “A bonding ceremony where marks are exchanged. I don’t know what she meant about marks being exchanged. I thought they would just appear when first contact happened.” “There is no way we are mates,” Thyra interjects. “I am not part of the prophecy. There is too much I still have to do before I will settle down as some male’s broodmare.”

“The moon does not give power freely; it divides her soul among those who prove worthy. Thus were born the four—my guardians and my curse. Lyrren, the Seer of Silver Dawn, whose eyes pierce through time and shadow. Kaelthorn, the Ironhide Beast, whose roar shields the hearts of warriors. Vestra, the Whispering Healer, whose breath restores what death has stolen. Nivor, the Silent Flame, who burns hatred to ash and sanctifies the soul. They were fragments of divinity—not mine to rule, but mine to anchor. For without a vessel bound to the moon’s pulse, their essence unravels into madness.” That was the first page, and it was exactly what Dante had told me about the creatures. Then, I turned to

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

I nodded once, hoping it was the truth, even though the lie tasted bitter. From outside the chambers, I could hear the sound of music already playing, the chanting, the roar of the Crimson Moon Clan, as they gathered in the courtyard. My pack, my own people. Tonight has been planned as the night they would all bow to me not because of tradition, but because, out of all the young maidens, the Moon itself would recognize me. But instead of feeling special, the Moon awkwardly felt… far. “A Luna should at least feel full tonight,” I murmured. “Like the feeling gotten from standing under rain after a drought.”