Upper Moons Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

Sonya said with a smile on her face. “Who’s the Alpha? I don’t think I’ve heard of Supermoon. Is it far away?” Donald asked to Sonya and Jake. “Alpha Scott and Luna Maria run the Supermoon pack. They have always been very supportive of me. And Supermoon isn’t too far maybe an hour from here just on the other side of the city.” “Oh, great so at least we’re not too far away and we have the city in the middle.” Luna Christine said with excitement. “They might be here tomorrow for the ceremony.” Jake said. Sonya snapped her head in his direction.

Astraen did not answer immediately. Instead, he stopped beside an enormous stone table in the center of the chamber. The surface was covered with ancient maps and faded star charts. He brushed dust away from one of them. The chart revealed a sky filled with glowing moons. Twelve bright ones. And one dark one. Lyra leaned closer. The dark moon was drawn differently from the others—its surface cracked with jagged lines, surrounded by strange symbols that Lyra had never seen before. “What is that writing?” she asked.

Clark was sitting down anxiously in the passenger seat of Matt's black SUV pickup truck as they drove through the back roads of the EastEnders pack’s territory. There were multiple trucks with beds filled to the brim with fierce claw Pack wolves, as well as numerous motorcycles as they led a mini caravan of warriors, ready to fight for the release of their Luna. With the bright light of a full moon, Clark was able to make out the edges of a deteriorating old building through the trees and grabbed Matt's arm.

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.

Evelyn gestured to the holographic model of the moon. Evelyn continued solemnly, “Dominic, the ancient tablets hold a terrifying truth. The Moon is * not * a natural satellite of the Earth. It's an artificial cosmic prison. A titan class containment fortress built by their ancient ancestors to hold the First Void Monarch after a cataclysmic war that nearly destroyed the solar system. Silence descended upon the bridge. Cold, stifling, total. Valerie looked between Marcus and Dominic, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword. "An artificial prison? You're saying there is a cosmic entity sleeping inside our Moon?"

A student taps the banner in passing, and it rolls over to reveal the words inscribed on it: GREYSTONE’S HIGH WINTER FORMAL IS HERE: A Night Under The Stars. It's such a cliche tagline. And yet, it stirs a warm feeling in my stomach. Like a blast from the past, the memory of watching the stars past midnight tugs a smile on my lips. Mr Miller’s Calc equations breeze past me as I take another glance at the banner. The thought of reenacting a night of stargazing with her builds up heat in my chest, drowning out every thought of the Lycan. Slowly, a coy plan forms in my mind.

One case in particular jumped out at her. It looked like it was made of simple plastic, but the back was printed with a dreamy night sky. Hanging in the center was a cartoon-style full moon with rounded edges, sweet and childlike. Aria smiled instantly. Something about it felt like it fit her—her name, her style, even her current phone model. Next to it was another from the same collection, but with a sun motif instead. A little cartoon sun beamed cheerfully at her. She suddenly had the idea to buy that one for Archer.

Oh. The sheet masking the canvas fell limp against the floor in a cluster, revealing the intricacy that was Uriel's art. A big, bright, dazzling Moon hovered proudly over the collection of stars, sprinkled on like glitter against midnight blue satin. The indigo sky held the white specks captive, dawning over a small familiar figure, wrapped in a blanket. To put it beyond simply, it was beautiful. Lovely. Mesmerising. It felt like a summary of Park Erin - the bboy who gazed at the Moon with a longing, burning passion, gazing, looking for answers and comfort in anything.