Gyokko Upper Moon Novels & Stories

she said, voice clipped Tokyo steel laced with proverbs, "you move like prey who learned to hunt. Sit. Tea?" Porcelain cup warmed my palms, steam curling like secrets. "Eiko Nakamura. SatoTech legend. What does the spider want with the fly?" Her fox-sharp features creased, not a smile but assessment. "Kenji's methods—family vintage. Orchestrated chaos for the empire. But you? Riddle first." She slid a lacquered box across the low table, engraved kanji pulsing. "Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?"

Newborns taken from their mothers and families and left to starve to death, or thrown into rivers. There were only two other recordings of the "Crying Moon" or "Weeping Goddess" as some have referred to the night show. Both times, the same things happened and with more or less casualties. None of the recordings state anything other than each one started with a fight for power. It is stated in the old scriptures that should you see this sighting you need to do either one of two things. Run, or prepare for death and destruction.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

As the night deepened, the shadows cast by the moonlight danced across Estella’s house. Silent as a whisper, a dark figure slipped from a window and moved swiftly toward the forest. Ariston moved elegantly, his form barely a blur against the inky darkness. He made his way to a secluded glistening lake, its surface reflecting the silver of the moon.

But the words cut. “Let it be recorded that the Alpha Moon has gone beyond the call of blood and bond. She has merged the Spirit Flame with the Lunar Core. Should she fall, may the tether call her soul back to its rightful vessel, no matter how many lifetimes it takes.” Beneath the statement was a smear of blood. Her blood. Her signature. And beneath that, a single line of prophecy: “When the moon is fractured and the red eye returns, she will rise again, unfinished, unyielding, unforgiven.”

Cilyna gave her a look that dripped in fear as Kaynon say down beside her and took her hand in his. "Whatever it is, the kids will be safe. I will give my life to insure their's will continue." Kaynon mind linked Cilyna in an attempt to call her racing heart. "Alright, so what is this ominous prophecy?" Cilyna asked. "We are directly desended from the first chosen of the moon goddess. The only wolves to know of Kyrie and Dante. The moon goddess told them when all species joined as one again, all the gods and goddess's would return to the earth and it would be the end of existence as we know it." her mother spoke slowly after a deep breath.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

Zeke stood tall, his body pulsating with the borrowed power of the Moon Goddess. The surge of energy coursing through his veins was like a torrential wave, amplifying his strength and fortitude to unprecedented heights. He marveled at the newfound power, a blend of gratitude and determination welling up within him. "Incredible," Zeke whispered to himself, his voice tinged with awe. "The Moon Goddess has blessed me with this extraordinary strength. I must make every moment count."

"Kenji Miyoshi..." I squinted my eyes, fully aware of who he was. Kenji Miyoshi was one of the members of the Miyoshi Clan, one of the aristocratic clans, who worshipped the Moon Goddess and the other deity they claimed as the Fox Goddess. He was also the new Alpha of the Moon Garnet pack. Kenji wore an intriguing smile on his lips. "Well, well, if it isn't Kasumi Azai, the daughter of the former Alpha of the Red Sun pack and quite the disgrace to the Azai Clan," he remarked with a mocking tone.

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.