Upper Moon 4 Clones Novels & Stories

I ask him, “What’s going on? Why are they chained?” “Today was supposed to be the day of the Full Moon Hunt, was it not?” His question makes me shiver. “Yes. And?” His smile widens. “And it’s just begun, Alpha Alec.” He then turns to his own Beta and says, “Release them!” The Omegas are sent running, bound to the woods. The silver will prevent them from shifting, but that doesn’t mean they can’t run. I realize what’s happening here. We’ll be the predators, and they’ll be the prey. Alpha Fredrick nods at me before saying, “It’ll be a hunt nobody will ever forget.”

The pack lowered themselves into submission, baring their necks to the other pack as Alpha Tristan stepped forward from the shadows. "Welcome to the Cresent Moon Pack. Please pledge your loyalty to us. Any of you who do not will be punished and exiled. Our borders have expanded, and we will take over into your land. You may address me as Alpha. Your new Luna here is Luna Tina Lake and should be addressed accordingly. For those of you who don't know, we have a son who will one day be your leader." A young pup came forward with Luna Tina. "His name is Krewe. Please respect him as such. We will treat you with respect, but you must work hard and show us your loyalty to earn that respect. We run

But the words cut. “Let it be recorded that the Alpha Moon has gone beyond the call of blood and bond. She has merged the Spirit Flame with the Lunar Core. Should she fall, may the tether call her soul back to its rightful vessel, no matter how many lifetimes it takes.” Beneath the statement was a smear of blood. Her blood. Her signature. And beneath that, a single line of prophecy: “When the moon is fractured and the red eye returns, she will rise again, unfinished, unyielding, unforgiven.”

I said, though my vision swam with exhaustion. “Liar.” A faint smile touched my lips. “You always know.” She tried to smile back but couldn’t. “You think she’ll come for us?” I looked out through the broken window — the horizon still glowing faintly orange. “No. She won’t need to. She’s already winning.” “What do you mean?” “The clones,” I said quietly. “They’re not soldiers — they’re seeds. She’ll scatter them across the world. Each one designed to infiltrate, adapt, and replicate. She’s not building an army. She’s building a new species.”

Toward Blood Moon–and Bram. “We should stop here for the night,” Jorin says finally, his wolf-voice edged with weariness. I resist at first, pacing at the ridge’s edge, scanning the forest below. Shadows leap between the trees, or maybe it’s just a trick of the moonlight. Still, I know he’s right. My muscles burn, and if I push us further, we’ll stumble straight into an ambush, exhausted. I use Song’s mind-link: “Mack, Rain, Fen, stop for the night. We’ll regroup at Blood Moon at dawn. Take turns keeping watch. Stay alert and hidden.”

“The feeling is real!” “Is it?” the voice asked, almost gently. The grey swirled again. Now it showed a possible future, Luca, standing in a beam of pure moonlight in the Sacred Grove but not trapped, he was serene, powerful and his eyes fully silver. The Lunar Omega, was perfected and beside him… nothing…..but just an empty vast space where I should have been. The bond was gone…. In its place, Luca was connected to everything….the trees, the stones, the moon itself. He looked… completely whole and utterly alone.

Figures stepped out into the concourse. There were at least forty of them. They were entirely naked, their skin a pale, sickly grey. They had Ashren’s towering, heavily muscled build, but their faces were blank, entirely devoid of humanity. Their eyes were solid white, lacking the purple, toxic glow of the Void. They were the empty shells. The unfueled clones of the Midnight Wolf. "Kill them," Kaelen commanded over the speakers. The empty shells lunged. They did not have weapons, but they moved with Ashren’s exact, terrifying speed. A massive bear-kin warrior stepped forward, swinging a jagged obsidian spear at the chest of the closest clone.

He wore a tailored black suit, open collar revealing a thin chain that mirrored theirs. “The clones are not tools,” Clone-Prime said, voice identical to Damian’s but lacking the warmth that had defined the original. “We are the future. Stronger. Faster. Loyal to the vision you abandoned when you chose… this.” His gaze flicked to Alex’s belly. “The child is the key. Its hybrid DNA can stabilize us. Make us immortal. Let us rule what the old world could not.” Murmurs rippled through the council. Some nodded. Others shifted uncomfortably.

“I am finally free. No chip, no processor controls me anymore.” Sona leapt into my arms, his golden eyes now calm. My mother approached us with a gentle smile. The four of us stood together amidst the ruins, waiting for a new dawn. The next morning, while walking along the beach, I noticed something strange lying on the sand. It was the silver crown of the clone Sophia. As I picked it up, a small hologram projector activated inside it. It revealed a dark planet in deep space—where thousands of children, identical to Sona, stood in rows.

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."