Upper Moon 5 Novels & Stories

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

Ellen spoke for the first time. "What pack are you from?" Maddox paused and almost hesitated when he said death moon pack. All the Color drained from Ellen's face, and she sat down on the ground. The death moon pack was the most dangerous and violent pack in North America. They were known for absorbing packs. They owned almost as much land as the mountain moon pack. She couldn't possibly go with him. But this is who the moon goddess chose for her.

Tasha bumps shoulders with me and we look at each other and laugh. "Oh Tash, you love it and you know it." She sighs and nods her head as we reach the group of warriors. OK groups of four today, partner up and then pick another couple. Titans voice booms around the group It isn't always a one on one fight when our enemy attacks, so no point sparring one on one all the time. As we all know attacks, ambushes etcetera. Are never a one on one kind of deal and we want to be ready, to learn to handle ourselves against more than one opponent, this is all part of our new schedule. High Moon is now the biggest werewolf pack and the only pack to be ruled by not one but two strong Alpha's and a badass

“Got it.” A paunchy man in Team Five’s office hung up the phone. He lit a cigarette and took a strong puff before he looked at his team members. “Guys, Luna just called. She wants us to teach someone named Andrius Moonshade a lesson.” “Really? Hahaha!” “That punk must be really audacious to make Luna mad. We must teach him a lesson that he won’t ever forget.” “Nice. Let’s form a plan now.”

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

“Take Corey and head toward the top of the street. I’ll check the other end. If we don’t find anything, we meet back here and figure out the next step.” Corey clings to Lucas with concern lining her brows. “Be careful, Hayley.” “I will.” And right then, we split off into the night. Making my way down the street, I notice the night has grown significantly darker now. The street lamps thin out the farther I go, and their dim glow barely reaches the pavement. The only real light now comes from above—and that’s when I notice it. The moon is full tonight. I switch on my phone’s flashlight, casually sweeping it from side to side to light the way. Just then, the beam catches something on the edge o

"Good girl. Now come help me with my bath." I nodded rapidly and set to preparing her bath. ******* Luna Yulia's bath water had been steaming for minutes now. I poured in a few drops of rose oil, then added her jasmine salts and the orange blossom soap she liked so much. The chambers reeked of everything sweet and overdone.

They needed a place that Aethelgard couldn't touch, a place where they could gather their strength and find a way to fight back. Selene looked at the Archive records on her tablet. She said there was a location mentioned in the oldest scrolls, a place called the Moon’s Cradle. It was an ancient Silverback stronghold, hidden deep within the coastal ranges, protected by the same lunar energy that powered the well. She said it was a myth to most, but the Archive gave the exact coordinates.

No more shifting the blame onto the currents of the Mooncrest Coast winds. I drop onto my sofa and drag my laptop toward me, my fingers moving with a desperate, frantic precision. I bypass the public interface and hack into the Okoye Moon Dominion’s internal network. It’s a labyrinthine beast, but the architecture is arrogant—too sure of its own strength. I trace the encrypted files until I find Ifu’s private registry. His emergency contact is listed under a coordinates-based entry for a residence in Silvermoon Heights. A penthouse. Private lift access, warded with high-tier lunar energy suppression. Of course.