Gyokko Upper Moon Novels & Stories

it, Mizuki held me back. We need to wait a little longer before we can retrieve the stone. If we get it now, you won't get your wolf and we won't become full Grimlock. " She said to me, So I pulled back my hand and just happened to look up and see a hole in the roof of the chamber. I also saw moonlight coming through the hole and followed the lightbeam and found that it ended where the moonstone was. It was at that moment that I knew what I had to do. It was almost midnight and the moon was starting to phase into the great full moon. I began to walk towards the altar where the moonstone was located, and as the moon moved closer to the hole in the roof, a beam of moonlight was moving along t

Former Luna of Moonshard Pack. His mother.

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.

Blue Moon pack has just entered but I only see Alice. After the first few seconds of relief to see that she is well, I am struck by her beauty. Her long hair is tied in a high ponytail that clears her beautiful face. Her makeup is light and she has a distinguished look. She wears a dark red dress that comes just above the knee. It is sleeveless and the V-neck has a red lace band too. Simple and dressy. Sexy and elegant. Perfect, just like her. I notice right away that the women are giving her hateful looks and the men are giving her longing looks. Leo stops drooling immediately and starts to growl, his fur spiky.

A reminder that without her bead inside of her to hold the energy, she was losing strength too quickly. She lowered her eyes to the shining asphalt. “Does it affect you now?” Jihoon asked, and she knew he referred to the moon. “I can always feel it.” Miyoung tried to ignore the pains running through her muscles like wild horses, a reminder that something was missing inside. She shoved her hands into her jacket, tightening her fingers around the yeowu guseul. It warmed against her palm, a small comfort in the cold. “My mother says gumiho are always women because we gain our power from the moon.”

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

It’s just— “Hey, you should drink this.” I look up, startled from my thoughts. The blond, muscular boy usually hanging around Shane and Rakim stands over me, offering a steaming cup. When I don’t immediately reach for it, he flashes a cheery, almost playful smile. “It’s tea made with ginger and barkwood. It’ll help warm you up.” With cold, stiff fingers, I take the cup and cradle it between my palms. “Thank you.” His smile spreads, reaching his eyes. “I’m Miles.”

She wasn’t predictable. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes locked on her. Every muscle in her body screamed readiness, but beneath the fury and defiance, he felt the tremor in her pulse, the subtle rhythm that told him she had just touched something far bigger than her. Something she wasn’t ready to understand. The symbol she had found. His chest tightened slightly as he remembered the burned crate. The crescent moon crossed by three claw slashes. He had seen it before on bloodied uniforms, tattooed on forearms, carved into doors where wolves had disappeared without trace.

“This is Moon-Sere Herb. It's a traditional tonic to strengthen the female body for a pup. You look a bit pale, Nadia. Start taking this every day, and you'll get your strength back soon.” I stared at the herb. The irony was almost too much to bear. I was pale because I was already carrying Lucian's pup, and because our bond was fraying, I didn't have the Alpha energy to sustain it. But as a healer, I knew Moon-Sere was incredibly potent. It might actually help me stay upright without Lucian's help. “Thank you, Carlie,” I said softly, taking the herbs. “But I don't know what Lucian thinks about all this. After all, we're about to...”