Upper Moon Oc Novels & Stories

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

Rolling my eyes I laughed and told him, “Never, Sir.” Tsking me I peeked at him and saw the size of his stiffness and crossed my legs. “He would last all night, you mentioned,” I inquired if Opal, and she chuckled a firm yep. “The Moon is almost at its highest point; you need to prepare yourself and stand nude underneath its beams,” Opal added with a concerned whimper, and I stood to search for a place to strip away from the Alpha’s keen eyes.

It was strange, Moon was always normal around Ocean, but hyper if she wasn't around. It was Moon's 18th birthday. Everyone was very happy. Ocean's birthday was two months later but they decided to celebrate their 18th birthday together. Everyone gathered at Kart's mansion. Zeus brought them special clothes. For Moon, he brought white tux with black shirt and bowtie. And for Ocean, he brought white knee length fluffy dress. It was evening when both Moon and Ocean made their ways to Moon's bedroom. Moon laid on the bed and signalled Ocean to use the bathroom first. She stepped into the bathroom and peeled off her clothes. She filled the tub with warm water and added her favorite moonlight path

My Beta knocked and entered without waiting. “Word from the Eastern Wolf Pack Summit,” he said. “The Moonlight heir made a presentation yesterday. Drug research for the lunar lung syndrome and it has a ninety one percent cure rate.” He paused. “She is currently on her way to the airport. Full motorcade, Gamma warriors, the whole arrangement.” I sat up. Moonlight. If only I could secure a partnership with Moonlight I would not have to worry about Silver Moon’s cash flow for years. One collaboration agreement with the most powerful pharmaceutical pack in the region and the elders, the council pressure and threats, all of it will become irrelevant overnight.

“I will be waiting for your victorious return.” The rooftop of the OmniCorp tower was a windswept expanse of concrete and steel, fifty stories above the glittering carpet of the city. The full moon was a perfect, luminous disk in the inky sky, bathing the scene in its cold, ethereal light. Kael was already there.

"They don't take new wolves. We haven't been trained properly. It could unsafe for us. They're a small pack, only consisting of 5 or something, but what they lack in numbers they make up in strength." "Why are they stirring up trouble?" I ask flopping on the bed next to Mikki. Pale moon light pushed through the window, leaving a stretched rectangle over the floor and halfway across the bed. She shrugs and looks out the window. "Wanting more land or something." We sat there for a long while before Mikki stands swiftly. "You hungry?" "Kinda." I say dragging myself off the bed. Half the house was lit. With the pack leaving suddenly the hallway light was on, the lounge room, the kitchen, several

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

Year: 1020 CE Location: Chiapas, Mexico Time: early evening The festive atmosphere was in full swing as the people of Chiapas celebrated El que es LUNA, the festival dedicated to the moon god. The streets were teeming with locals and natives, all dressed in their finest attire and adorned with feathers and beads. The festival was a time of great significance for the people, as they believed that the presence of powerful magic flowed through the land during this time.

“We’ll find everything on the list, but we’ll start with Moon Moss since it’s most likely to sell out quickly.” Sophie then surprises me by turning to the homely woman in the stall and saying, “Could I get a sixteen-ounce jar of Moon Moss?” “What is Moon Moss?” I ask. I hadn’t seen anything in the book called Moon Moss, but I also hadn’t read the entire book. I could’ve easily missed it. “It’s a plant that grows under the moonlight in the West Sea. It’s good for vitality and health,” Sophie answers. However, it doesn’t squash my curiosity, especially when the woman in the stall grins.

POV JACKSON The Silver Moon pack house was a hive of frantic, superficial activity. Everywhere I turned, omegas were polishing silver, hanging heavy banners of white and blue, and arranging flowers that smelled of cloying sweetness and death. To the outside world, this was the preparation for the wedding of the century—the union of an Alpha and his "perfect" Luna. But to me, the air in these hallways felt like a tightening noose.