Upper Moon 4 Clones Novels & Stories

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?"

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.

We had made a difference in Emily's life, and we would do the same for the others. Her clone would be placed in a holding cell until we figured out what to do with it. As we interrogated the clone, we discovered that it was indeed a creation of the Reptilians, designed to serve as a body suit for their own kind. The clone's eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intensity as it revealed the truth. "We cannot survive on Earth's surface," it said in a creepy childlike voice. "So we wear their skin, the clones are our hosts."

Not artificial, Not pieced together but Perfect. A clone drawn from Samuel’s original DNAs untainted, whole, waiting. Liam’s lips curved faintly. “You were always difficult to rebuild,” he murmured. Behind him, the ceiling above the chamber began to shift, opening slowly to reveal the sky. Night. And at its center. The Blue Moon. Once rare. Now sacred.

Her fingers hesitated for a second before she tapped Blake’s name. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice—breathless and anxious—picked up. “Lydia?” Lydia let out a shaky breath. “Hey, Blake.” “Oh my goddess! I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I tried the mind-link at least ten times. I felt something—like something inside me was...cut off.” Lydia swallowed. “That’s because it was.” “What?” “I joined the Blue Moon Pack today,” Lydia said softly. “We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.”

storm gray, cold as the glaciers that fed the rivers, yet burning with something darker whenever they moved. Ashley had intended to slip in through the side door, set the tray on the serving table, and vanish back into the shadows. But the conversation pulled her to a halt behind the heavy tapestry that separated the servants' passage from the hall. She pressed herself against the stone, heart thudding. "...the alliance will be sealed under the blood moon," Gideon was saying, voice rough with satisfaction. "Clara carries the mark. The Moon Goddess herself has chosen her. Your pack gains strength, mine gains territory. A fair trade."

"He is using the aliens to scare you!" "I am not lying, Engineer " Arthur said. The Master ship fired a beam of light. It did not hit the forest. It hit the Moon. June watched on the monitors as the white surface of the Moon began to crack like an egg. "We must go to the Moon " the General said. She stood up. Wiped blood from her lip. She did not look like an enemy now. She looked like a survivor. "All our records and the real people. Not the clones. Are in the bunkers there. If the Moon breaks humanity is gone."

It was a part in the book that explicitly talked about the three halves of the moonclaw. “Look at this,” I said, pointing to the columns of old ink. “The book says that the moonclaw relic was originally forged on the night of a rare lunar full moon. Not just any regular monthly full moon, but a specific celestial alignment that happens only once in a century.” Jamie leaned over my shoulder, squinting at the text. His eyes widened slightly. “The next lunar full moon is exactly a week away, Thalia.” A chill ran down my spine as the final pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. “The book says the moonclaw was also split into its three pieces during that exact same celestial event long ago. If