Lower Moon 6 Novels & Stories

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

“You could’ve been my Luna, ruling alongside me. But I’m a forgiving man so I will give you another chance.” I looked up into his face as Andre knelt in front of me. I felt myself backing away as he lifted his hand, but he didn’t like the notion. Wrapping his hand in the hair at my nape, Andre pulled me forward, yanking my head back so he could look down at me. A yelp of pain escaped my lips, but he didn’t care. “There is a Blood Moon next month, exactly thirty one days from now.” He smiled. “I’m sure your Shrine Maiden has already explained to you what it’s for? True love’s sacrifice. Malachi and Ezra.”

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

While the plant provides power for most of the state, it does not require that many employees to run it so the town remains small. Amaris threw off the plain white sheets and rolled out of the twin bed that lay nestled against the wall and in the corner of the room. When she was a child, Amaris would push the bed back against the wall every night so that she could lay at the foot of her bed and look out her window at the moon. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of the full moon in all her glory.

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.

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.

Arlo continued. Arlo sat back next to Scarlett and looked at an article on his laptop with the headline, ‘Super Blood Moon, which only happens once every 100 years, will be visible in the Maldives tonight!’

I told Mateo and closed the mindlink. I looked at the moon and prayed to the moon goddess Selene, the goddess of wolves, to hold and help Lory cope with her emotions, to help her understand that we didn't wish her harm, and that she belonged here. I don't know why such trials were placed on Lory's path, but I know there must be specific reasons for it. Selene doesn't make mistakes; she has her reasons for her actions.

Dark circles bruise the skin beneath his eyes. "Luna." He nods, hovering near the footboard like I might bolt. "You're needed downstairs." I swallow a laugh. Needed. What a joke. "Why?" "New Moon tonight." His fingers flex at his sides. "Security protocols." Ah. The monthly reminder that I'm the pack's weakest link.