Upper Moons Novels & Stories

The "Stasis-Net" was a marvel of hostile engineering. It didn't just surround the moon; it "locked" its local spacetime. To the observers in New Aethelgard, the moon appeared frozen in a permanent, silvery-white glare. The tides of the sapphire seas, already chaotic from the planet’s shifting orbit, suddenly stalled. Without the moon’s rhythmic pull, the oceans began to "pool" at the equator, threatening to drown the lower geothermal vents.

"We aren't gods. We’re barely survivors. Where are the twins?" "Safe," Marcus said, not looking up. "But the world... Master Victor, look up. Look at what you have given us." Victor followed the man's trembling finger. It was midday. The sun was a bright, harsh disc in the center of the sky. But right beside it, massive and shimmering with a cold, crystalline light, sat the moon. It was a perfect, brilliant circle. No crescent. No shadow. A permanent, bloated full moon that refused to fade even in the face of the sun.

Anastasia explained. "Such as?" "Like in January, it's the Ice Moon. In February, it's the Storm Moon. In March, it's the Wind Moon. In April, it's the Wild Moon. In May, it's the Fire Moon. In June, it's the Ghost Moon. In July, it's the Light Moon. In August, it's the Sing Moon. In September, it's the Blood Moon. In October, it's the Frost Moon. In November, it's the Oak Moon. And in December, it's the Wood Moon," replied Ms. Anastasia.

There is no shame in being a person who has experienced storms and understands life. Tadhg Walter nodded, it turned out that because of Derek Alexander, he did not want to draw more circles, straight to the point, said. "In this month, what is the date of Thousand Moons?" He came here for this reason, he wanted to enjoy Thousand Moons with Vivian Arnold in the wedding. Thousand Moons Earth is not just a name, Thousand Moons is also a phenomenon, that day many other planets were attracted to, looking at the sky like there were many moons.

My face turned red like a tomato. "Look at me." His husky voice alone gave me an orgasm. He was like a Greek god. The most gorgeous creature created by god. The moon goddess blessed me with love. He was wild and I liked it. He pleased me again and again. His every thrust sends me to heaven. I soon fell asleep in his chest. The next day I woke up from his lovely kisses. He was holding our son. They look amazing. I felt happy. I got more than I wished for. My parents were happy too. My dad was healthy than before. His dad made me the head of his company. My husband was soon to be declared alpha. I feel safe around him. The moon goddess must be really smiling above us.

Shama sat beneath the moonlit sky, the cool breeze caressing her skin. She gazed up at the full moon, its silvery glow illuminating the vast expanse of the night sky. Myriad stars twinkled around it, like diamonds scattered on black velvet. Shama wondered which celestial body she most resembled: the lone moon, shining brightly in the darkness, or the countless unknown stars, twinkling beside it, their light unseen by most.

said Reymond in awe. "What should we do next?" said Tanner. "Hmm ... let's go around first," said Eruza thoughtfully, to which everyone agreed. "Nelson what do you see?" Leonard asked, the burly man really liked Nelson, who was considered the youngest of them. However, Nelson did not answer at all, because Leonard was curious to follow Nelson's eyes, as well as the others so that they all froze too. Two months during the day, one crescent and one full moon. The crescent moon is blue while the full moon is red. It's not natural at all.

“Wait, it’s afternoon already?” “I wore you out last night,” Dryann teased with a wink. From the window, Gladys groaned dramatically. “Seriously? Get a room, you two! Some of us are hopelessly single out here.” They laughed, and Maxton pulled back reluctantly. “Guess I should make myself useful. What’s all this preparation for?” Dryann wiped sweat from his brow. “Apparently, there’s a full moon festival tonight. Perfect timing for fun, huh?” Maxton’s stomach knotted. A full moon. His heart fluttered uneasily.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

Fiona’s POV They were finally here. Their energy was drained, and I was satisfied with that. Everything had been so simple, so logical. Of course, it had—we had planned everything meticulously, leaving no room for mistakes. I was certain of our success. Everything was in place for the ritual to proceed. Ester and Leena had already prepared everything at our camp; now, all that remained was waiting for the right moment. For both wolves and witches, the full moon is a source of power. And since this mutt was a hybrid, the moonlight would be at its peak during the full moon—the strongest possible time to strip her of her abilities.