Lower Moon 3 Novels & Stories

The Vale of Mourning had no map. No trail. No scent. Only memory. It called to those marked by fate and scarred by choice. And when Selene crossed its invisible threshold, even the wind held its breath. --- They traveled east beneath a sky split by three moons. The white moon of the goddess. The red moon of flame. And the third—new and black—like an eye without a soul. Each night it drifted closer. Elira couldn’t sleep beneath it.

“Just needs cleaning up. A few broken windows, overgrown vines, maybe some creaky floors. But with all these able hands, we could have it ready in no time.” Adonis leaned lazily on the porch railing, his grin sharp as ever. “You’re telling me there’s plumbing? I might cry.” Thomas laughed. “We’ll make sure there is.” Inside, Silas leaned forward in his chair, his voice calm but firm. “Luna won’t strike again until the full moon. That’s when her power is strongest. Three weeks at best. We have time.” “Plenty of time to strike up a plan,” Odessa grinned.

The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light casting an ethereal glow over the clearing. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full, the night thick with anticipation for what was to come. Tomorrow, they would march on Sakura Heiei, a mission to rescue Johnson, Isagani, and the others who had been captured. Alice knew she had to be ready—her powers of vision, psychometry, and telepathy were their key to survival. But controlling them in this era had always been a struggle, and tonight was her last chance to master them before the dangerous mission.

KELLEN 11.45 PM my watch read. I lowered my arm exposing the moon high above me; she looked like she was smiling tonight. The birth of triplets had probably pleased the moon goddess. The chosen Queen had done well and at only two days old they were able to determine their races.

"That won't stop whoever sent this. It'll just make you a prisoner." "He's manipulating you," Sky hissed. "Don't listen to him." But Lucius's logic made sense. Sort of. "Then what do I do?" "You stay alert. You trust no one except the people you know won't betray you." "And who's that?" He smiled slightly. "That's for you to decide." I looked down at the note in my hands. ‘The Lunar Moon is coming.’ "What's the Lunar Moon?" "A specific phase. When the moon is at its fullest and brightest. The next one happens in three weeks."

I shot Lobo a smile, noting the way he was staring daggers at Lowell. Lowell bumped his shoulder against mine, "It's all going to be okay. All you need to focus on right now is getting through the first full moon. The second and third will be easier than the first, and once you get through the first one, you can get through all of them." I nodded, looking down at the counter, "Yeah. I'm just scared of the unknown, I guess. Once it's over with I'll be fine." Lowell nodded, "And then you can focus on your duties to the Pack as a Luna."

"She's right. I think I know what's happening." The immediate threat of the brawl died down, replaced by a sudden, chilling realization. We left the ruined bedroom and walked into the main room. Outside the boarded windows, a bright, silver glow cut through the cracks. It was a full moon. Lucius rushed over to the dining table and flipped open his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Silas and Jax stood on opposite sides of the room, both of them gripping the furniture just to keep from looking at me. "Look at this," Lucius said, his voice dropping into a hollow whisper. He turned the screen toward us. "It's a rare lunar alignment. For the next three full moons, fated mates are go

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.

The moon hung low and luminous, casting silver light across the water. The sand felt cool beneath our feet. The world felt reduced to essentials. Ocean. Sky. Us. Then, faintly. Another chime. I exhaled. “Of course.” Gloss smiled knowingly. “Vacation mission?” “Yes.” The voice returned, playful and warm. Mission: Kiss under moonlight. Gloss looked at me, eyes bright. “Well.” “This is unnecessary.” “It is thematic.” “I do not require prompts.” “You did once.” “That was different.” He stepped closer, close enough that moonlight caught the edges of his face.

Luke whispered, more to himself than anyone else, before leading the herd back to their base under the waning moonlight. *** That night, the full moon shone softly, illuminating every corner of Luke's room quietly. The atmosphere in the room was quiet, yet there was a heavy silence in the air. Luke sat on the window ledge, looking out with thoughtful eyes. The moonlight bounced off the wooden floor beneath him, as if reflecting the feelings he held in his heart-a mixture of serenity and emptiness.