Upper Moons Novels & Stories

Alpha Ulric let the men talk amongst themselves while they took in the information. “What packs are doing this? What Alphas and Alphas-to-be are doing this?” Alpha Reese from New Moon said. “At least Cold Moon, Eclipse, Far Side, Storm Moon, Mead Moon, and Crescent Moon. I suspect there may be more,” Alpha Ulric said. More murmurs and talking.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

he said quietly. The moons above flickered faintly. For a brief moment, one of them seemed to fade into shadow. Then something impossible happened. Far beyond the familiar moons, a faint new light appeared in the sky. A small, pale moon slowly emerged from the darkness. Lyra stared in disbelief. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. There had always been twenty moons. Always. But now… there were twenty-one. The strange new moon glowed dimly, almost like a ghost hiding behind the others.

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.

But now, the children were enraptured by Freya's voice as she spun an old tale, her words weaving through the air like threads of an ancient tapestry. "And so the first moon, Tvaran, was born—the Moon of Beginnings. It is the swiftest, appearing first in the sky, ushering in the start of each cycle." Freya’s voice was smooth yet firm, seasoned by years of storytelling. She paused, letting the words settle before continuing. "But the sky could not be ruled by one alone, and so came Sarun, the Constant Moon. Unlike its kin, it does not wane, does not fade. It watches over all, steadfast and unchanging. It is the guardian, the ever-present eye."

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

"They don't take new wolves. We haven't been trained properly. It could unsafe for us. They're a small pack, only consisting of 5 or something, but what they lack in numbers they make up in strength." "Why are they stirring up trouble?" I ask flopping on the bed next to Mikki. Pale moon light pushed through the window, leaving a stretched rectangle over the floor and halfway across the bed. She shrugs and looks out the window. "Wanting more land or something." We sat there for a long while before Mikki stands swiftly. "You hungry?" "Kinda." I say dragging myself off the bed. Half the house was lit. With the pack leaving suddenly the hallway light was on, the lounge room, the kitchen, several

“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?”