The Upper Moons Novels & Stories

Tristan spoke up. "The goddess of the half moon," Trevor said. They were already away from the curtains, and the statue was already out of sight. Luna pulled back her head and glanced at them. "Half-moon? I thought there was only one moon goddess." Alexa grunted. "You know nothing about Lunar Crest; how are we sure you are not an imposter?" Trevor ignored her. "There are two goddesses of the moon." Adrian chimed. "There are two goddesses of the moon, Altamira and Lunar. Lunar is the head of the moon, and she birthed the Lunar Crest."

she added which I nodded to. But I knew better of what she is saying and that is what I am after. Vanessa held a secret,one that could change everything. After the conversation with my mother I left for the grand hall. The pack gathered below, their faces filled with anticipation as they all awaited my speech. Last night was full of jubilation. I raised my hands, silencing the murmurs as slowly the murmurs died while all eyes were on me to speak. "My pack, tonight marks a new era. The Moon Ball ceremony will solidify our unity and strength. As I Alpha Alexander took over the throne of my father, late Alpha Alain" I paused looking around the people gathered.

"Why take up her fight, brother? You aren't her mate! If she was of royal blood and truly one of us, she would have had her lunar call since the moment she could walk!" She turned to regard everyone else in the hall. "Haven't you all thought of the very reason Moon's Call rejected her?... It is because she's useless... A worthless nymph cast amidst brave Lycans is just a stain on our legacy... We are obviously being regarded as a laughing stock by other packs...all because of her!" She pointed an accusing finger at Theresa, and the others, besides Darius, Herrick, Astrophel, Elaine and Karen began to murmur amongst one another about their long bottled-up displeasure, and Theresa cowered at t

Both were staring at me, neither one moving. The light in the clearing changed as both the sun and the moon moved high in the sky, the light of the moon on the smokey grey wolf, making his silver fur shine. The sun bright on the sunrise wolf, his fur golden and beautiful in the sunlight. Both were stark contrasts, mirror images of each other. The power of the forest thrummed heavier, almost feeding off the energy both wolves were giving off. I slowly sank to my knees, awed by the beautiful wolves. Awed but so confused and cautious. Why? Why am I always brought to the forest? Why do I see them? Who are they? I had so many questions and when I opened my mouth to ask them, the forest disappeare

they responded in chorus and disappear. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" Lynx said as if the words are some of magical clues that can give him all the answers. "Our first clue is the first moon, we waited for the new moon but nothing happened and tonight will be the first full moon after that incident" Nathaniel said

“Honey, I’m surprised you didn’t know. Theodore Watcher was one of the bravest and best vampire hunters according to legend.” “Then how come I’ve never heard of him in the legends!?” Liam scoffed. “Hell, it would have been pretty nice to know where I came from!” “Well, you came from me,” his mother snickered. “I remember that vividly. It was quite a day.” Liam rolled his eyes again as his mother added the berries to her granola. She stirred them in, chuckling the entire time. “Honey, I don’t see why you’re making this such a big deal. It’s just a silly legend, after all.”

I cock my head to the side, my eyes moving over the three moons at the top of the panel – references, obviously, to this world and the celestial bodies that are almost always visible in the dark sky. Beneath each moon is carved the vague figure of a young man. “This must be what Orion was talking about,” I murmur, stepping forward to trace my fingers over them, wanting to be closer to the story. “The three moons as…men?” “Yeah, whereas we only have one moon,” Anton says, stepping close to my side. “Which is ruled by the Goddess.” I nod, letting my eyes drift further down to the symbols carved beneath each of the male figures. The one all the way to the right, the smallest moon, is accompanie

I just hope it’s one day soon. One of the things I’m noticing lately is that there are several people becoming mated. A lot of those people are ones that have promise to rise in the ranks. I remember that my parents used to tell me that the Moon Goddess paired us all to uplift each other’s lives. What if it goes beyond that though? What if she is using Winter Moon to correct course? Matt, Kent, Tobias, Alpha Rayan…all of them are ranked. Tobias may not have started ranked, but he is proving himself and moving up the ranks.

I turned my head and saw this innocent boy pointing upwards in amazement. "The moon! The moon!" he shouted while jumping up and down. "That's called Bluemoon, Lucas." I rubbed the top of his head. "Bluemoon! Bluemoon!" He kept repeating the word that was probably still unfamiliar to him. I didn't let go of Lucas' tiny hand as I looked up to take in the beauty of the blue moon above. Tonight, the moon is perfectly visible, so beautiful and powerful. She seemed to rule the night sky. She is the embodiment of the Moon Goddes who are the gods of werewolves.

"Whispers of the Mystic Moon" The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow upon Luna's determined figure as she stood before Alpha Burst. Her decision to travel to Blackmoon, driven by a sense of responsibility and a connection to the mystical forces that governed their realms, unfolded in the quietude of their shared space.