The Upper Moons Novels & Stories

She smiled at us and began to speak: "This day marks Moon Goddess Lupa's annual celestial ascension, a sacred event that has been celebrated for centuries. Let us embrace this moment as a reminder of the interconnectedness of all beings gathered in the same spot where grace was bestowed upon us. May her celestial ascension tonight in the Mating Ball bring us closer to the spirit of unity and love she embodies." With her words, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable. As the mating ritual approached, everyone was more excited than ever to see the Moon Goddess Lupa fly overhead and bestow her blessings on them. The anticipation grew with each passing moment as the

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.

His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky. Night after night, the solitary wolf raised his voice to the starry sky, and his singing became more moving with each passing full moon. The Goddess Moon, who watched over the world from high in the firmament, was deeply moved by the devotion of this wolf. She wondered why this wolf, a solitary creature of the night, bestowed such praise and admiration upon her.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.

The upcoming full moon night held the promise of more beautiful moments to come, and I couldn't wait to share them with Adolph by my side. ************ The excitement in the air was palpable as the Moonlight pack prepared for the upcoming full moon night. In just two days, the moon would cast its radiant glow upon the land, marking a time of unity and celebration for the pack. The anticipation was evident in the smiles and chatter that filled the air, as both young and old looked forward to the enchanting night that lay ahead.

Sonya said with a smile on her face. “Who’s the Alpha? I don’t think I’ve heard of Supermoon. Is it far away?” Donald asked to Sonya and Jake. “Alpha Scott and Luna Maria run the Supermoon pack. They have always been very supportive of me. And Supermoon isn’t too far maybe an hour from here just on the other side of the city.” “Oh, great so at least we’re not too far away and we have the city in the middle.” Luna Christine said with excitement. “They might be here tomorrow for the ceremony.” Jake said. Sonya snapped her head in his direction.

Clearly he was also battling with his wolf. “Anytime from now to the next day but the super moon should speed things up.” The moon. Lori looked up at the moon and instantly felt dizzy. She blacked out.

I scrolled through our conversation from the night before. Wildflower: It’s been TWO DAYS, and they still haven’t caught the bitch. Wildflower: Bloodmoon is the strongest pack in the region. Silvercloud and Persephone are cyber gods. Do NOT tell either of them I said that. Their egos don’t need inflating. And yet—nothing?!

I ask, voice raw. Vastian’s gaze hardens. “No,” he says. “Claiming you—if you choose us—will fully bind you to us as our mate, but the curse won’t lift under this moon.” “Then when?” His eyes flick skyward, toward where the sun already bows its head behind the trees. “Under the Milk Moon.” I frown. The name is foreign and familiar all at once. “What is that?” He smiles faintly. “It’s a moon that comes only once each year. Brighter than any other. It didn’t make sense before—before the veil between our realm and yours thinned. But after the curse… we understood.”