Upper Moon 1 Name Novels & Stories

The Blood Moon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the land. Its light seemed to pulse with the weight of ancient power, the sky painted in crimson and gold as the stars disappeared beneath its shadow. Raynor stood at the edge of the Frostfang Peaks, looking out over the vast expanse of the land. The clans were scattered, divided, broken by years of bloodshed and war, but he knew—this was the moment they would either be healed or destroyed.

Kas squeals and stands up, preventing Bronx from taking another dig at me. “Menae? Hmm. I saw something about that in a more recent book. Let me go get it.” Reggie looks at the page in Kas’s book then gets a book he was looking at. “The Menae are fifty children of the Moon Goddess and the human king Endymion. Modern times say they represent the fifty months of the four-year Olympiad cycle.”

One moment of love. And the Sky Hands would collect them. And carry them up. So the sky would have happy memories too. The sky hummed more often now. Not just at night. During the day too. 3000 years after the sky grew new hands. A pup stands on Luna’s hill. Age 6. Name: Eli the Second. Named after the Guardian of Rest. Above: 5,000,000 moons. Around: 10,000,000 Sky Hands. In the distance: Luna’s Bed, bright and soft.

This is such a joke. They ushered the Moon King Alpha and his family to the large dais; a long, beautifully elaborately decorated dining table stands on top of the dais. That is where they will stay for the duration of the festivities. In an obnoxiously, loud nasally voice, Trent announces their Alpha, “May I present the Alpha family of The Moon Pack, Alpha Gaius, Luna Jora and their sons, future Alpha Rush, Marric and Daughter Kali.”

Celus flipped through the pages to find the section containing the Moon Dust Pack. "Look at this." He pointed in the section that contained the current Alpha. A man named Tax Moore was in the description. "It says Tax Moore, son of Janes and Willow Moore; Alpha and Luna. Father of Cody Moore." He flipped back a page and found information of Janes and Willow. "Janes Moore; Alpha of Moon Dust Pack. Father of Tax and Marie Moore. I don't remember either of them." He flipped back another page and found the Alpha before Janes.

He shrugged and stared at me. “You’re the alpha and yet you want your pack to just call you in your name? The alpha of our neighborhood island calls their leader as Alpha Damon, why can’t we call you the same, Alpha Alqamar?” Fin was the one who asks. I looked away and just stared at the dark sky above. The moon is in a half, yet it still shines brightly.

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.

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

Even if the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. “You’re Tyler’s bride. The next full moon will be the Worm Moon and that will be the time which you and Tyler will be wed.” “Worm Moon? That’s a pretty odd name,” I said. The woman laughed. “Worm Moon is the name of the moon for March’s full moon. Each month has their names according to ancient traditions. January’s full moon is named as Wolf Moon which is the most sacred moon for werewolves and so forth.” “Werewolves?” My brain seems to leave my own skull and bathe in the same mud I was just soaked in.

The moon, casting its benevolent glow upon the trio, seemed to acknowledge the significance of the moment. "Perhaps," Maximus suggested, "we should name our celestial messenger. A name that embodies the unity of our packs and the strength of the moonlit alliance." Georgia, her eyes alight with agreement, spoke the chosen name with a sense of reverence, "Luna. A name that resonates with the moon's grace and symbolizes the unity we strive for." Maximus, compelled by a surge of emotion and the enchanting atmosphere, felt a profound connection with Georgia that surpassed the boundaries of leadership and alliance.