Upper Moons Fanart Novels & Stories

The bustle of the Moonbane pack was overwhelming to Layla. The Moonbane insignia of a large waning crescent moon with the Moon Goddess standing fiercely in the middle was everywhere she looked. It felt like overkill. She couldn't even remember her father's pack's insignia.

"And Jake here's your new sign. Guys take off the blanket." "Welcome" at the top, and "Blue Moon Pack" across the bottom. It was a picture of a blue moon with a picture of Zeus's head in the upper corner of the moon, and a picture of his full body in the lower part of the moon howling. In the background there was a picture of his wolf sitting on a cliff. "Wow, you did this?" Jake asked. "Yes. Do you like it?" Rae asked. "No! I love it! Baby this is spectacular!" Jake said in awe.

The walls appeared to be made of moonlight itself, casting a gentle, silvery radiance throughout the chambers. The main hall was vast and open, with a high, domed ceiling that depicted a stunning celestial mural. The mural depicted constellations, planets, and galaxies, all rendered with exquisite detail and a celestial beauty that seemed to come to life. In the center of the main hall stood an ornate lunar altar, adorned with offerings of moonflowers and incense. At the altar, a figure shrouded in a flowing gown of silvery light knelt in silent prayer. It was the Moon Goddess herself, a serene and radiant presence that seemed to embody the tranquil beauty of the night sky.

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

Reverent. "That's not unusual," Caierre started. "Wolves and moons, it's a common enough—" "Look at the next one." The next mural showed the same pairing. Two wolves, moon overhead, positioned almost identically. And the one after that. And the one after that, all down the long wall, dozens of murals stretching into the crystal-lit dark, every single one depicting not a lone wolf, not a pack, but always, unfailingly, *two* wolves together beneath the same moon.

The next morning, after a week of fierce wind and rain, the weather finally cleared up. As the radiant sun rose from the east, all the werewolves cheered and howled at it together, filled with ecstatic joy even more intense than when facing a full moon. The damn hurricane had passed, and the damn lockdown was finally coming to an end.

“Then, by the power given to me by the council and under the eye of the moon, I name Rosalee as Luna of the Dark Moon Pack.” The words hang in the air like magic. Marcus takes a respectful step back, and Jensen turns to face me. His hand tightens around mine, and I look into his eyes, those eyes I’ve come to know, to trust, to love. Jensen lifts his head towards the sky. “Now we let the moon hear us.” I follow his gaze upward to where the moon now glows, bright and full, suspended in the violet dusk. I tilt my head back beside him, and together, we release a howl into the night.

Walking down the stairs into the foyer took longer than it should because of the magnificent decor of the house. Lola and Melissa were looking around, leaning their heads far back to see the ceiling, which had hand-painted linings and creatures in beautiful contrast to the house’s colors. In the middle, right by where the giant bubble lamp hung, was a full moon, and from the right was a dark crescent moon overlapping. “That’s beautiful,” Lola said and gawked at the art.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

She could feel the fire within her roaring as she flew closer and closer to the moon, and once she stood before it, she could feel herself being flooded with the chaotic power that she sought. “It is you. You are my Boon Season. The full moon.” Kylie mumbled, her words causing a massive reaction within the vast expanse. Under her astonished gaze a strong howl resounded from the depths of her heart, and she felt herself giving in to the chaos within. The image of a wolf appeared behind her, and it howled towards the moon with as much courage and dignity as a king would. A strange symbol marked its forehead, and its eyes shared the same silver sheen that the moon possessed. With a loud growl t