Upper Moon 4 Clones Novels & Stories

“Because your most trusted guard hated the idea of me being your Luna!” “You’re lying”. “No, actually I’m not”. I told him, enjoying the satisfaction of watching him twitch from the idea of one of his men going behind his back. “He happened to mention something to do with hybrids!” I divulged and his brows furrowed instantly, realising his guard did in fact open his mouth revealing the reason why Marco was so interested in making me his Luna. “So, you want to bond with me in the hopes of creating a hybrid? A moon wolf that can draw strength from both the sun and the moon and live just as comfortably in the day as you do in the night”. I summed up as I watched his jaw clench in irritation.

The makeshift war room inside the crumbling facility buzzed with quiet tension. Terminals flickered as Julian and Kira coordinated with their external networks. A map of the world lit up before them, glowing red dots pulsing across continents—every point marking an active Monroe site, every pulse a countdown. Forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours until all of Monroe’s sleeper facilities would trigger whatever version of the clone protocol he’d perfected. Forty-eight hours until everything Damien had fought to bury would claw its way back into the light.

It was the Primordial Lunar Core, the true central processing engine of the artificial moon. "Alpha King, Luna," Marcus’s voice crackled through the bridge comms link from the Vance Aegis in high orbit. "Sensors show a sudden stabilization in the moon's gravitational field. The hostiles are eliminated, but the central core is emitting an active data-handshake frequency. It’s seeking an authorized genetic key!" Clara looked at the floating platinum sphere, feeling a strange, magnetic pull vibrating through the moonstone amulet against her chest. The ancestral Dragon Core within her bloodline hummed in direct resonance with the sphere's liquid light.

"Four against one is an unfair game to play, don't you think?" She made a sign with her hands, spewing some words in the process. Suddenly, clones came out of her, standing behind her like an army. I counted sixteen of them. "Now, it's four against one of you. Let's see how the most powerful werewolves in the world will save themselves out of this?" In an instance, Ludovic and Monica were in their lupine forms, growl and snarling in readiness. Iris' hair and eyes glowed, posing for impact. The clones came at us in a frenzy, as Laura and Iris rose in the air.

“…They have only emerged in a century or so since the Great Calamity…One that says that the Moon goddess has not abandoned these people. But rather, they may very well be descendants of the Lunara wolves of the lost Moon clan…” “Moon clan?” Nan says out loud. “I’ve never heard of a Moon clan.” “I haven’t either.” Lionel admits. “And I’ve learned about every possible clan that existed…some even before the Great Calamity.” The only thing that surprise her was that Lionel did not know about this Moon clan. “Lionel,” Nan mummers. “Can you make out what this scratched out line says?” It’s difficult. The ancient link had seeped in well. Making it harder to the common visual spectrum to see.

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.

"That should bury the footage." But within an hour, the digital screens inside Frostclaw Hollow light up with a devastating twist. The suppressed videos of Darius and Nyra are being re-uploaded by anonymous rogue nodes faster than they can delete them, and the pack public is beginning to ask a lethal question: If Nyra is the adopted one, who is the true silver-blood heir of the Whitmore Moonkeep? Away in the Bloodmoon Trials Arena, the production mirrors cut to the guest quarters. A heavy knock echoes through the heavy oak door of the pack warriors' bunks. The Moon Seer Vaelor steps inside, his dark robes swirling as the scrying stones capture his every word.

— And is it bad for the elderly to come? — is the question that arises from Anne's lips after hearing Zven's words. Having received the order to change from the Moon, Zven and Scott took advantage of being in the control center to do so and get some clothes before facing their lady again. — Believe me, Luna, no one with enough intelligence wants the elderly roaming in their territory, — Zven responds.

she added which I nodded to. But I knew better of what she is saying and that is what I am after. Vanessa held a secret,one that could change everything. After the conversation with my mother I left for the grand hall. The pack gathered below, their faces filled with anticipation as they all awaited my speech. Last night was full of jubilation. I raised my hands, silencing the murmurs as slowly the murmurs died while all eyes were on me to speak. "My pack, tonight marks a new era. The Moon Ball ceremony will solidify our unity and strength. As I Alpha Alexander took over the throne of my father, late Alpha Alain" I paused looking around the people gathered.

“Lunar Conduits in Ancient Curse Architecture.” Even the familiars seemed excited. Owls swooped lower than usual, cats lounged in sunbeams shaped like crescent moons, and a mischievous will-o’-the-wisp spent the afternoon hiding my inkwell. But it wasn’t just surface-level festivity. At sunset, the tone shifted. The upper students gathered in the Reflection Amphitheater — a round, echoing arena shaped like a moon crater, its floor a mirror of still water enchanted to show constellations. Torches were replaced by floating red crystals that pulsed like heartbeats.