Upper Moon 4 Clones Novels & Stories

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.”

We’re high up, probably in the very peaks I imagined while blindfolded. Two great doors open before us, and the chamber inside is vast, hung with black banners streaked red, the mark of Blood Moon Pack. At the far end, three thrones rise on a dais of polished obsidian. The center is the widest, taller than the others, carved into the shape of snarling wolf heads with ruby eyes. On that throne sits the Luna, regal, elegant and powerful.

“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.

New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the Architect’s fall, the first clone appeared. It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table.

“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.

"I’m the one who’s going to write the final chapter." The man with the umbrella laughs and points toward the street. A fleet of black SUVs pulls up, but they don't have FBI markings. They have the Astraea logo. The doors open, and dozens of women step out. Every single one of them is an exact copy of Maya, and every single one of them is holding a weapon. "You're right," the man says. "You aren't a subject. You're the template. And the template just became obsolete." But as the army of clones levels their weapons at Maya, the one closest to her suddenly turns her gun and fires; not at Maya, but directly into the man’s chest. The clone looks at Maya, and her eyes aren't vacant. They are fille

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Children of the Moon Clan are extremely rare. Children born from the Dawn, Sun, and the Sunset Clan are not. It was difficult for the Moon Clan’s females to get pregnant and that is why they aged slower then the other Clans. Fifty years in the Dawn, Sun, and Sunset clan was only twenty in the Moon Clan. But a night between the Moon Clan Princess and the Dawn Clan’s King Janus one night at a party made Princess Luna a target. Having no other choice, Princess Luna gave birth to their child and sent her through a portal into the Human Realm. When she dropped her little baby girl off at the human hospital in Montana, she named her Nyx Aurora.