Upper Moons Fanart Novels & Stories

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.

“That’s none of your business. Also, you’d do well to remember that she is your future queen.” “Aye.” Mason looked out the window. “I meant no harm. I just don’t want you to lose your Pack because you have not yet taken a Queen and Mate. After all, the Blood Moon—” “Is quickly approaching. Yes, I’m quite aware.” I let out a deep breath. “But that’s not for another three months. There’s another full moon coming tomorrow night, and Brenna is a potential Luna.” That got Mason’s attention. “Seriously? How do you know?”

They had extended life spans of about two hundred years and aged rather slowly. Although Sir Nich told me time over time that the tales of the Lupine humans were myths and were made up millennia ago as folk tales, I still thought that they could be a truth to it. I looked at more and more pictures of the creatures and Sir Nich had told me that they draw their energy from the moon light. He had also told me that a Lupine human would be able to transform into a Lobo at day time but will revert back to its human form when the power it had drawn from the moon runs out.

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

Kira caught it and tucked it behind her ear. As the sun set, all the moons came out one by one. Big ones. Small ones. Red ones. Silver ones. Pink ones. Blue ones. Hundreds of lights scattered across the dark sky like diamonds. Hope pointed up with wonder. “Mama, why are there so many moons? Grandma said there used to be only one.” Luna picked her up and held her close, breathing in her baby scent. Looked at Damian. At Valen. At Elena. At Kira. At all the wolves running free below without chains.

He was trembling, his hands clawing at the bridge, his eyes wide with a terror he didn't understand. "You came for a prize," I whispered, standing over him. "You found a judge." I reached down and placed a single hand on his forehead. I didn't kill him. I did something much more permanent. I burned the mandate of the Moonveil into his mind. I showed him the future—a world where the Ashmoor throne was the anchor of the peace, and where the Blood Moon pack was either a servant or a memory. I pulled back. Kael gasped, his eyes clearing, replaced by a look of absolute, hollowed-out submission.

They were the very reason he could draw a breath without the metallic tang of silver-poisoning. But above the vibrant sun, something else was moving. A second moon had appeared. It was a massive, silver-white orb that lacked the iridescent glow of the Lunar Council’s authority. It was flat, matte, and terrifyingly silent. For a wolf, the world was defined by its scent—the smell of rain, the musk of the pack, the iron of blood. But this new celestial body was a void in the sensory world. It was a "Dead Moon." It had no scent. It didn't even have a shadow. It was a cataract over the eye of the universe, and as it descended, the vibrant colors of the Silver Peaks began to fade.

"Way less scared than before. Less alone too. It's like you're always with me now somehow." That confirmed what I was already thinking. We were connected now. Bonded together in some weird way. "Can I take another look at your marks?" She rolled up both her sleeves without asking any questions. The blue lines were definitely shaped like moon phases. New moon. Waxing crescent. Full moon. Waning crescent. All arranged in perfect circles. I rolled up my sleeves too so she could see. Luna's mouth fell open. "Yours look exactly like mine!"

It felt oddly fitting since he was a son of the New Moon Pack. But the thing that caught my eye and helped me disconnect from all of this for a moment was the full moon panel. The brightness hadn’t faded. The stars that seemed to twinkle around it hadn’t vanished. But there was now a blue moon, as full and as bright as the first moon, moving into the panel and casting a soft blue light over me. They hung in the painted sky like two eyes looking down at me. Were the eyes of the Moon Goddess? What was I meant to do now?

what could possibly go wrong? Moon's blessings, Odessa 🌙✨