Upper Moon Demons Novels & Stories

"Okay, Cal. We'll discuss that later. Now we have to get some rest. We still have work to do tonight for the ritual to summon the Moon Goddess." That night, Derek and Callum stood on a wooden platform his men had prepared. There was a large basin filled with water in front of them. Then, when the full moon rose high in the sky, Derek and Callum raised their hands high; they slashed their hands with a knife and dripped their blood into the basin. "Moon Goddess, I am Callum Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. Request you that our enemies may perish instantly." "Moon Goddess, I am Derek Abelard, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, asking you to return and give us double our strength so we can easily d

Overall she was looking alluring while being in front of the shining moon and showcasing an extraordinary beauty, grace and power. She flew towards the demon and now the most powerful creatures in the world are eye to eye… One is the king of hell and the other is the goddess of heaven. ‘Demon Alois - Moon goddess Evelyn!’

Young couples exchange tokens of love beneath the glowing moon. Yet, I can’t relax. My gaze keeps darting to Damon, to Cain, to Garrett, who I’m sure is here somewhere waiting patiently for the right moment. By the time the toasts begin, the children have all fallen asleep, sprawled out on blankets near the shrine. Pack members gather around the shrine. Damon raises his goblet, his voice carrying over the crowd. “To the Moon Goddess, who watches over us all. May her light guide us through darkness.” Earlier, I subtly switched his goblet with Cain's and no one noticed.

Dieta de Lune, ma devo ti solasta gor libertia du essencia de ma harte de surita enilationa de ula exestian– Moon Goddess, I channel your power to free my loved one from the fate of a doomed life. Until Ethan's eyes opened.

“Any idea what that was about?” The demon’s expression darkens. “I hope I’m wrong, but if they planned this—and it certainly seems like they did—then it means they’re changing their strategy. Getting more aggressive. Right now, I can only speculate, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this happened so soon after Seth’s death.” My eyes widen. “You think the werebears are targeting the Blood Moon Pack?” Master Ombres crosses her arms, and although she doesn’t answer my question, I can see the acknowledgement in her expression. “If they are,” she replies, “then things are about to get worse.”

Keeping a being like Miss Carmesim was so dangerous to the whole town that sometimes when he stopped to think well, it seemed a little absurd. The demon was old enough to have experienced a catastrophe or two, and he remembered perfectly one in particular. The disaster that proved to the Astros and earthly Spirits that there should not be anything created from a demon. These beings were as destructive as a meteor, even the devils despised them for the level of destruction they could cause. All beings created from the dust of the Sun or moonlight had a control over all evil or good they could cause, even though some seemed too inclined to be as bad as poison.

She fell to her knees just as Solana heaved her last breath. Sister laid against sister, their fingers brushing though one had already left this world. Together, they’d made the ultimate sacrifice. Together, they saved the people of their village. As the demons converged on them, ready to feast and gorge on their flesh, blood, and bones, something else happened. The moon swelled, it’s light growing brighter. So bright it grew that the demons screeched, their mottled flesh smoking as though the sun had come out to play. They ran back into the forest—back to their darkness and shadows where they could heal.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

"We need to go to the Sacred Circle. The Moon Goddess may be able to help us." Luna nodded. "Let us go." They went to the Sacred Circle, where they performed a ritual to summon the Moon Goddess. "Moon Goddess," Elara said. "We need your help. The Dark Ones are attacking our pack, and they are immune to our powers." The Moon Goddess appeared, her form glowing with silver light. "The Dark Ones are a ancient race," the Moon Goddess said. "They were created by the Nightmare before it was sealed away." Luna's eyes widened. "The Nightmare?"

“That’s appreciated, Elder Harvey.” Harvey beams and turns to me, his excitement barely contained. “You’ll be happy, Luna. The feast will be your formal introduction to the pack. Then, at the Blood Moon Festival, you’ll receive Eliora’s blessing for your union.” His joy rings out like a song. But inside me, a chill takes hold. The Blood Moon Festival. The one Primrose warned me about. The night the Luna goddess weaves her threads. Links true mates. How long does Gerald think he can fool a goddess?