Upper Moons Fanart Novels & Stories

Like Aria was being unmade and remade all at once. When my vision finally cleared, I couldn't breathe. Our mate had changed. Gone was the soft honey-blonde hair, replaced by midnight black locks with streaks of deep crimson. Her skin glowed like moonlight on fresh snow, covered in strange tattoos that pulsed with power. When she smiled, I caught glimpses of delicate fangs behind blood-red lips. But her eyes… Moon Goddess, her eyes. They shifted between molten gold and burning crimson, holding ancient knowledge and predatory hunger in equal measure.

They questioned whether it was merely a fleeting moment of collaboration or As I stood within the heart of the Moonlight Pack's territory, I couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing sight above me. The moon, a celestial beauty, shone brightly in the night sky, its ethereal light cascading down upon the land below. The moon's gentle radiance enveloped the landscape, transforming it into a mystical realm bathed in a soft, silvery glow. Throughout history, the moon has held a profound significance for humanity, serving as a timeless symbol that transcends the ever-changing nature of our world. Its presence in the night sky has captivated our collective imagination and played a vital r

“That way, I’m not like everyone else. It’s a symbol of how close we’ve become. Therefore, no one else is allowed to call you that - do you hear that.” “Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, the sound resounding like a small song in her ear. They talked about their favourite snacks, the teachers they liked, the little annoyances they pretended didn’t matter. Somewhere in between, they wished aloud that they could be each other’s moon and sun. “You know we have school in a few hours,” Valery said, checking the time. “No, you hang up,” he replied. “I’m not even going to be in class this week.”

“I know, and I am sure you have heard the rumors too, but no, those two aren’t dating, aren’t married, and no, she isn’t his sex slave.” Josey wasn’t laughing about them, but did find the rumor about her being his sex slave a new one to ask Mara jokingly about. “Oh, one more thing, under no circumstance, are you to work late on a full moon and you must have your phone on at all times during that evening. Tarrin has a superstition about the moon or something, he says workers get lazy towards the night and he doesn’t want to pay people who don’t work. I find it ridiculous, but he’s the boss.”

Way to go, Liv. This is a great start as the official Dark Moon Luna. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

I do as she asks and when I look up I see what she is seeing and my stomach falls to my feet. The meteor shower is coming from the bottom of the moon and falling straight down, not shooting across the sky like normal. I have only ever heard of such an astronomical phenomenon. Indeed, it does look like the tears of the moon. The last record of this being documented was over 200 years ago and shortly after the sighting there was a massive war between packs. Leaving a total estimate of over 400 deaths including men, women, children, and elderly. Schools were burned to the ground with children inside, churchs blown to bits, women strung up in the middle of packs after being raped and tortured. N

She looked up at the moon, full and bright overhead, silver and eternal. "Damon, if you can hear me—thank you. For watching over us. For guiding us. For loving us. For never giving up on us." Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't wipe them away. "We'll carry you with us, always. In our hearts. In our memories. In our children and our children's children." The pack howled—a single, unified sound that rose to the heavens, that echoed off the mountains, that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.

“Your home is lovely.” “Thank you.” He turned, gesturing broadly at the cavernous banquet hall. Our hall in Nightshade was large, but this was on another level. The vaulted ceilings were painted with ornate frescoes of gods dancing under the light of the full moon, and the stained glass windows depicted wolves howling. The largest window was of the Moon Goddess herself in all of her resplendent glory, clad in shining armor with a feathered helmet tucked under her arm while she lifted the first moon into the sky with one hand.