Novel & Cerita Upper Moon 4 Clones Names

"Did you think a little lava could stop the evolution of the Silver Line?" "You aren't evolving!" I shouted, holding Leo tighter. "You’re just a puppet for a man who hates us!" Selene laughed, and the sound made my skin crawl. "Malakor is gone. The architect is my partner now. He gave me the strength to survive. Now, give me the boy, or I’ll let my clones tear this station apart." The squad of clones moved forward in perfect unison. They looked exactly like me same height, same hair but their eyes were dead. They drew their violet swords, the blades humming with a sound that made my teeth ache.

Cassian shouted from above, rallying the group: “Focus! Remember the Moonbearer’s guidance! Harmony and balance, not brute force!” Luna felt the Moonfire thrumming through her, the pulse of the twenty moons resonating in her chest. She stepped forward, raising her hands, weaving a spiral of silver and golden light. The energy formed a radiant barrier around her and expanded outward, colliding with the shadowed clones. The clones hissed and recoiled, melting back into molten smoke. One shrieked, splitting again into smaller, faster forms. Luna’s protective sphere wavered, the heat and raw energy threatening to destabilize it.

Moon noticed her nervousness and spoke. Moon: You can only pass if I let you. Now tell me, what's your name? Ocean: Ocean, my name is Ocean Knight. Moon: Another Knight. You ain't look all nerdy and bratty like the other three. Ocean: They are my cousins. Moon: look at me then answer me. I don't like being avoided. She looked at Moon. Moon looked straight in her beautiful blue eyes. She also looked straight in his eyes. She felt something familiar in those green orbs. Moon smiled and got out of her way.

Claire and Colton were siblings—and his aunt, Elena, had been moon-kissed. "You're Claire's brother," Channary whispered, the realization hitting her like a blow to the chest. Her lips parted as she turned it over in her head, piecing it together. "Your aunt was moon-kissed." Colton's eyes met hers again, drawn in like a tide to the moon. The air shimmered faintly between them, the pull undeniable. But Channary broke the spell first. She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in my house?"

Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am. Every night, when the moon rises high in the sky, I take a moment to thank the moon goddess for the gift of my family. Selene, with her bright smile and curious nature, always finds a way to make me laugh. She has this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Kingdom, on the other hand, is my little protector. He has a kind heart and a strong spirit, always looking out for his sister and me. Together, they make my world complete.

Alpha Ulric let the men talk amongst themselves while they took in the information. “What packs are doing this? What Alphas and Alphas-to-be are doing this?” Alpha Reese from New Moon said. “At least Cold Moon, Eclipse, Far Side, Storm Moon, Mead Moon, and Crescent Moon. I suspect there may be more,” Alpha Ulric said. More murmurs and talking.

Suddenly, a group of kids busted into the kitchen. “Oh, the kids are here.” Eden rose to her feet and met the kids halfway. “Who is she, Mama Eden? Amari asked, her wide eyes fixed on Luna. “This is Luna.” Eden extended a hand to the kid, and Amari immediately held her hand. “She’s your new big sis.” She then turned to Luna, who was looking at the kids with fascination. “They live with us, too. These kids are orphans. Their parents died fighting the vampires not too long ago. I know there are too many of them, but you don’t have to worry because they’re sleeping in a different quarter and are only here for the meal—which we haven’t cooked yet.”

The howling voices of hundreds of troops shook the air and made my skin crawl. *** “From now on, Mr. Moris will be the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack,” Harlow explained to Marlon, Julius, Jack, Mr. Moris, and Jo. Jack whistled. “Really? Will they agree? Especially with Jo as Luna.” His eyes landed on Jo. “If anyone wants to object, they’re welcome to go back to our dungeon. We need more farmers, anyway,” said Harlow without fear. “Mr. Moris already agreed, right?” he tilted his head and asked for confirmation.

My voice trembled slightly with uncertainty. I was scared, worried about what might happen if things did not go as planned. What if I ended up becoming a monster with no control over my actions? Doc cleared his throat, offering reassurance. “Dark Moon isn’t as harsh as it used to be. Yes, they remain a fierce pack, but the old Alpha Maximus is long gone. His son, Maxim, is the current Alpha. He wouldn’t send someone to help just anyone. You are family, even if it is through a distant connection—your fourth cousin, I believe? Maximus understands what needs to be done. Luna Annabel is confident in this approach.”

The silver vial containing the harvested blood was nearly empty, its violet-gold energy fading as the signal prepared to lock the fraudulent clone layout into the provincial registries before the mountain's roots could be completely scrubbed. ​"The southern template is ninety-nine percent complete, Elara!" Jasmine’s voice drifted up through the structural grids, a frantic, triumphant screech that echoed through the psychic static. "The Council cannot erase a registered province! I will be the only Luna left in the index!" ​"Damon! Look at the spark!" Elara screamed down through the glass, her white hair whipping around her face as she forced a golden-blue connection through the flooring.