Upper Moon Oc Novels & Stories

"The Guardians are going to try to round up some Strigoi to either bring here or to collect blood from. They left not too long ago. They should be back in a couple hours." She grumbled incoherently as her stomach released a terrifyingly loud growl. My eyes widened and looked at her stomach. "How in the world did your stomach just produce that noise?" I asked astounded. "I told you I'm hungry, and I'm starting to feel it." She said annoyed. "Are you sleepy?" I asked worriedly. "A little. It's starting to become harder to control my wolf. The full moon is tonight. If I don't get blood before the moon rises completely, I won't be able to control the Shift." She said looking up at me. Her eyes w

i explained Rowan face relaxed into a knowing smirk. “Was almost gonna believe you have really grown stupid man” “Fuck you Rowan” I said jokingly and we laughed. Osborn arrived with the three men from last night and they were quickly taken to the interrogation room, Rowan went in charge of questioning them and succeeded in getting some important information from them. Apparently there’s a group of unknown men that brings in and sell these drugs to them at the night parties organized at Crescent moon. The had confessed to being part of both using these drugs and selling ro some other werewolf especially at the university parties here in Scarlet.

But I saw nothing. 'My dad said only you can see what is in the compass,' Rocha said as Maureen opened the compass and stared into it. Different colours reflected in Maureen's eyes as she stared intently into the compass. She looked up after closing the compass. 'High Moon will be attacked soon. We need to be there,' Maureen said. 'How soon?' Dominus asked. 'In five days,' Maureen said. 'Who will attack our pack?' Lucia asked as the look of panic was evident on everybody's face.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

Jodie The sky had been partly dark since morning, preparing the entire werewolf world for the full moon night. Silvermoon pack has been restless since morning, omegas running around carrying decorations, guards stationed at every entrance, workers setting up tables outside, musicians testing instruments somewhere in the distance. Even from inside my room, I can hear the noise drifting through the windows. The moon is shining even brighter today. I can hear bowlings deep in the woods, I can feel the irresistible pool to howl at the moon too…

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

Rowan's POV The warm air of the study filled the air, the soft flickering lamp illuminated the room as the soft flipping sound of papers disturbed the silence. My eyes scanned the scroll thoroughly, unable to really grasp what it meant. “A moon born Omega?” I raised an eyebrow. It said here about an old legend of the Moon born Omega, born once every thousand years, believed to be capable of a lot more than being just blessed by the mood goddess. This was new, and really interesting.

Corvin’s POV Corvin stood at the altar. All the lights were off in the hall, but the glass ceiling let the full moon in perfectly. The room was brighter than it would have been with the lights on. The moonlight gave off a blue light that made everything in the room glow, and the stars littered the sky with sparkling dots. They seemed endless. If it were not for gravity, it seemed one could fall into the stars forever. This day really could have been better. He shouldn’t have had to go all the way over there to pick up the pup, especially today of all days. Her mother should have prepared her.

Enzo stares at him not saying a word but from the intense look in his eyes I can tell they are mind-linking each other. I try to listen in, the same way I was able to hear the maids earlier standing by Ethel's room but nothing. Enzo shakes Easton's hand before leaving us alone. "So, how are you settling in? Blood Moon pack isn't as big as the Midnight Crescent pack but trust that we do take care of our women." Does he know I am from the Midnight Crescent pack? Did Enzo just tell him that? "You are safe here Luna, no one gives a fuck about that and even if they do they won't dare disrespect you over that," Easton reassures me like he can see the fear in my eyes.

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.