Upper Moon 4 Clones Novels & Stories

It wasn't the best apology I've heard, but it was something especially from him. He walkes to my bed and sat down, his face darkening. “What I'm to tell is something I've buried deep down to myself. I've never told anyone else.” "When I was a pup," he began, his voice rough but steady, "my pack was strong. We were a family, united and proud. But one night, everything changed." His grip on my sheets tightened, and I could feel the tension coiling in his body. "The Shadow Moon pack invaded our territory. They came without warning, without mercy. They slaughtered everyone—my father, my mother, my siblings. Everyone. Me and a few others, including Trevor survived.”

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

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.

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

— Meanwhile Wren was punching one of the Male Aurorae as Luna and Skylark dragged many of the stunned bodies to an alley then suddenly everything changed as they saw themselves with the stunned Male Aurorae in their hands back inside her room. The clones in the room glanced at them as they did also. Wren’s clone was sitting right on the bed staring expressionlessly, Luna’s clone was standing at the door with Skylark’s clone. Skylark looked totally confused. Nani?! Touching and checking his body to his cheeks. “Why are we back here? Is it some kind of spell or—”

But the creature quickly recovered, its wounds healing almost instantly. “We need to do this now,” Lycidas said, As if Claud heard what Lycidas said, he landed right in front of him. “Who’s with the demon now?” Lycidas asked. “Won’t it run off to hurt more people?” “My clone is keeping it busy,” Claud replied. “It’s just using our superior speed to keep it distracted. It’s not really landing hits.” “You can make clones?!” Lycidas and Lupa asked in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

"I've heard of her so-called beauty, and yet no lycan will mate with her." "Such shame, don't you think." Stella snickered and Claire joined in. "I hear Moon's Call will be at the feast, tonight," Claire cooed huskily, her expression now a bit dazed with anticipated passion she had for the lone lycan. "I can't wait to really see what he looks like up close. I've only had to admire him from afar," She said in indignation. Stella playfully nudged her with her shoulder as she whispered, blushing a bit, "You and your fantasies. Your father would have your head; you know? You are not to fancy any mate below your class and you very well know that."

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.

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.