Upper Moons Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"He shall lose all, but get stronger —" "She did. Her best friend, her fiance, her whole life," "And on the blood moon, she shall be strongest. And on that day, her conquest of the dark forces shall begin," "Well, that remains to be seen, isn't it? The blood moon is three moons away after all. What the hell made you think it's Lycidas?" I asked. He shook his head, bewildered. "He fulfilled all the lines of the prophecy too," "He was found at death's door?"

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

"My brother Arcturus would have highly approved of this, Killian." High above the isolated island, the thick, unnatural clouds suddenly parted. For the very first time since the devastating Blood Moon had appeared in the sky, a beam of pure, uncorrupted silver moonlight shone brilliantly down upon the ruins. A beautiful, resonant feminine voice echoed across the heavens, carrying a warmth that made every single werewolf on the island recognize it instantly—the voice of the Moon Goddess. *"My children... the final battle for your world is not fought against hatred... it is fought against absolute oblivion."*

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

And Luna—daughter of the Demon King, Heir of the Moon— Would be *ready.*

“They’re working together.” “I figured that much.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t understand.” His expression sharpened. “Then explain.” “They’re planning to kill you.” That didn’t surprise him. “They already tried.” “This time is different.” “How?” “The Blood Moon.” That got his attention. His body went still. “What about it?” “They’re waiting for it,” I said. “The demon gets stronger that night.” Reece’s eyes darkened. “And Darren?”

The night of the third year's autumn solstice, Lucian stands on the rebuilt eastern wall of Drevalon's outer fortification and watches the twin moons rise. They are both present tonight, the actual moon and the phenomenon that appeared first during the curse and has not fully resolved since, the second light sitting in the sky's eastern quarter with the diffuse quality of something that is not quite celestial and not quite earthly and has found a permanent residence in the space between. The seers call it the Shadow Moon. The wolves call it the Direwolf's Eye. The vampires call it Thornhaven's Watch. The name it carries depends entirely on who is looking at it, which feels accurate.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.