Upper Moon 4 Clones Novels & Stories

"It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature." I looked wide eyed into the space below. We were looking down into the lab as there was still a flight of stairs to get down to the main floor. But, from here we had a whole bird's eye view of the workings of the lab and the people scurrying about doing their jobs. There were two beta males in hazmat suits who were looking from specimen to another. They were wearing gas masks as they stared up at us nodding and waving. They were noting down something and then they moved backwards into t

"Also what's the deal with me?" "If you succeed in finally making me the Luna of this pack, I will bring you out of this forest and make you the high priestess of the Ravens Pack. How does that sound?" I asked and saw the glow that appeared in her eyes. "In that case, you have a team with me. That Selene girl is too little to be a threat to us." Witch Ian replied, showing her green colored teeth. After some time, she handed a tiny bottle to me. "This should be consumed by none other than Selene Nightfall. There will be a change right after that. Once you succeed in this assignment, report back for the next step." She instructed and my eyebrows raised.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

I ask as I glance at Low; he shrugs his shoulders as if silently telling me he had no idea there was more than one location. “Oh hell yeah, we’ve taken down four other spots, all labs where they made the clones.” Rusty barks a laugh as he pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, he unfolds it to show me a bigger map than I’ve ever seen; it's easy to forget how big the country is when you never leave the Pack. I try to keep my surprise hidden as I look across the map to see four massive red crosses over four sites; that must be the place he has already taken down.

(Clara's POV) The light in the deep forest was growing dimmer with every step. I'd been walking alone for nearly four hours. In the dark soil directly ahead, a cluster of plants glowed with a faint silver light. Moongrass. The Black Moon Pack's ancient records were clear: Moongrass and the Tears of the Moon Goddess always grew together. The Tears had to be within a mile of this spot. All I had to do was find the Tears and swallow them. The mate bond would be severed completely. I'd be free.

Kylah: No. Kylah: I dropped my coffee. Anya: Valid. Me: Finals are over. Anya: SHE LIVES. Shane: Pizza tonight. Kylah: Wait. Everyone? Shane: Everyone. Anya: Are we including grumpy wolf boy? Ollie: I'm literally in this chat. Anya: That doesn't answer my question. Ollie: Yes. Me: Miracles do happen. Ollie: Don't make me revoke your pizza privileges.

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.

It was a vessel. "You thought you purged the Dark Moon from Astrid?" the Clone’s voice distorted, dropping into a guttural, demonic register. "Aegis found the remains. They fed it. They grew it." The Clone began to shift. It didn't look like a wolf shift. Bones cracked and elongated in the wrong directions. Extra joints snapped into place. Its fur turned a greasy, matted black, and its snout twisted into a jagged, multi-rowed maw. It was a nightmare version of Victor’s wolf, twice the size and leaking a foul, black shadow from its pores.

The morning sun caught the ship's crystalline surface and scattered rainbow fragments across the water, creating a light show that probably wasn't helping their case for being "perfectly normal." "Sir." One of the clones—this one had started calling himself Marcus Two, in honor of the original who had died during the arctic expedition—approached with the careful posture of someone delivering news they knew wouldn't be well-received. "The pack has completed the headcount. Three thousand and forty-seven, including the wounded." "Forty-seven more than we started with?" "Some of the brothers... reproduced? We think? The temporal distortions in the pyramid were confusing." Jack decided that werew