The Upper Moons Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The recent reports of Ambrosia and Damon’s relentless rampage are weighing heavily on my heart, and sleep has eluded me, leaving me tossing and turning in the soft sheets. In the depths of my weary mind, I feel the call of a vision, a whisper from the Moon Goddess, that is beckoning me towards understanding. Suddenly, I am was enveloped in darkness, standing in a realm where the screams of the innocent echoes around me. The sight is horrifying. I clearly see Ambrosia and Damon, their forms twisted with malevolence as they unleash their fury upon humans and werewolves alike. “Flameheart!” The Moon Goddess’s voice breaks through the chaos, her presence both calming and commanding. “You must no

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

The voice of the Moon Goddess resonated in my mind, soothing yet filled with an ethereal power. "Azure, son of the Moon, your devotion to your kin and your unwavering commitment have touched my celestial heart," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice echoing with otherworldly grace. "I hear your plea, and I shall grant you the chance to once again embrace the essence of your Lycan form. Harness this gift wisely, for the path before you is fraught with peril and sacrifice."

But the Moon did not answer. She never did. And in the darkness— The demon blood *pulsed.* Alive. Waiting. *Coming home.*

On the highest peak of every column were statues of a wolf's head, as if howling at the moon. The ceiling was covered with an artistic mural depicting various images that looked like they came to life, There was a woman wearing black, her skin pale, yet she had three faces, one old, one young, and one neither youthful nor elderly but in between. I had a feeling the mural above depicted the beginning of shifter kind. My father always referred to the moon Goddess, or Hecate, as the mother of shifters.

That made my brows furrow as I sped into the house. My jaw dropped on seeing all the demons dead. I moved close to one of the dead bodies and saw how it was killed. They were all killed the same way, by pulling on the gullet. I knew exactly who killed the demon in this manner. Selene, the Moon goddess, and since she isn't in the world at the moment, only Lena, her chosen one, could destroy my demon warriors in this way. She was very lucky to come in at the moment of my absence, I won't have let her leave easily.

Liz said looking at her lap. “Really? Go ahead and tell me. I’ve been around for a while now, so not many things surprise me.” He said causing us to look up and see the smile on his face. “Ok here goes.” I said shyly. “Last night Liz and I both had the same dream. Well nightmare is more like it. It scared us enough that Liz stayed with me in my room. When we both fell asleep the Moon Goddess took us to her realm.” Alpha James gasped. “What?”

“The council has sealed the contract. It will be honored.” Kael frowned, leaning back in his throne. “Even if she dies before the child is born?” “She won’t,” Damien answered flatly, as if daring anyone to argue. Silence stretched. Finally, Lucian’s gaze flicked toward Damien. “If the council questions her strength, how will you silence them?” Damien’s golden eyes slid back to me. They were unreadable, steady, terrifying. “We bind her.” My stomach dropped. “Bind me?” Before I could ask what that meant, a guard stepped forward, carrying a small silver case. He opened it, revealing a slim needle filled with glowing liquid—bright as molten moonlight.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Herrick said, "She's quite prudish about those who don't pay homage to her." Darius bent down and began to wash the beast's blood off his arms in the stream. "Moon's Call will damn anybody. He's a man of himself and pays homage to no one because of his obstinate arrogance and ego, but to save his furry head, I'll send a courier to invite him for tonight's feasts." He stared down at the head of the beast in the water and narrowed his eyes at the border of the foggy marsh which was several trees away across the stream. "Perhaps, we could offer the beast’s head to the Queen and make her feel honoured like the whore we know her to be even though we would never dare to utter it to her face," Dari