Upper Moon Demons Novels & Stories

I finally agreed, if only to get him off my back. The group called itself the Occultum Society—a misnomer, really, since the Moonbane family wasn’t strictly part of the occult. We weren’t witches or warlocks. We were werewolves—bound to the blood and the moon, governed by instincts, strength, and a code as old as the forests we were born into. But to Émeric and his kind, we were creatures of mystery. And mystery always attracted obsession. “There’s a subgroup in the society,” Émeric said as we walked. “They focus on lycanthropic bloodlines. Naturally, the Moonbanes are central to it.”

The other wolves stepped back and watched the lone wolf who had intercepted the beast. The lone wolf with blue eyes remained perched on the beast's back, after sniffing the beast with its bloody muzzle to make sure that the beast was truly dead, thus confirming its death, he raised his head and stared at the other wolves with his piercing blue eyes that could make just about any wolf cower in fear. Understanding the unspoken language, the wolves looked up at the moon and howled in separate unison, paying homage to the lunar prowess of the moon and announcing their triumph. As one wolf was ending the howling, the other was picking it up and this went on for a few minutes.

The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission. "You will heal and treat her," I said, reigning my wolf in so I didn't actually murder him for refusing not only an order, but to heal my mate. His Luna. He nodded and went to pick her up, but I snarled at him, making him jump back. Dean walked in and I think he knew what was going on.

I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the heady smell around me. I folded my arms over the balcony railing, watching the flurry of activity with a tight, amused smile. The people below had no idea who I truly was. They only knew what they had been told, that their Alpha had returned with a Luna, a warrior woman from Silver Moon Pack. But they didn’t know that under this calmness, my stomach was tying itself into knots.

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

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

THE END? Not if you dive into Mercedes’ other books: Nameless: The Darkness Comes—Luna Masterson sees demons. She has been dealing with the demonic all her life, so when her brother gets tangled up with a demon named Sparkles, ‘Luna the Lunatic’ rolls in on her motorcycle to save the day. Armed with the ability to harm demons, her scathing sarcasm, and a hefty chip on her shoulder, Luna gathers the most unusual of allies, teaming up with a green-eyed heroin addict and a snarky demon ‘of some import.’ After all, outcasts of a feather should stick together . . . even until the end.

That was inappropriate! It was a gorgeous night. A full moon was shining, and you could see stars in the clear sky. We prepared the summoning ritual in the tower, the same place as before. Only back then, it was Michelle who was the spectator and Martha, the summoner. This time, Martha just watched. I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon.

“My cute omegas… so good for your alpha. Dripping and breeding under the full moon.” They rode wave after wave of pleasure. Lila came again on Melvin’s tongue with an adorable squeal, and Melvin followed, milking Kelvin’s knot until he spurted even more cum deep inside her. The moon watched over their sinful, affectionate union, its silver light softening the raw dominance into something strangely beautiful.