Upper Moons Wallpaper Novels & Stories

someone took a seat next to me, announcing his arrival. "Shh...." I shushed the culprit, who never learned how to talk in a low voice. "Oh, what the ghosts might get disturbed?" he mocked, showing the perfect smile that made many girls swoon over him. "What are you doing here?" I whispered, "and would you stop calling me moon girl?" He shrugged, turning the page of my book, earning a slap on the hand, "but you are the moon girl." I touched the faint brown mark on my wrist that resembled the crescent moon. I pulled the fabric of my sleeve to cover the mark.

Tristan: Like her fur glowed, like she lit up like light radiating off of her. Braxton: Fuck. Is there a crescent moon on her fur? Tristan: How the fuck did you know that? Braxton: Fuck. I was really hoping it wasn’t her. Tristan: It wasn’t her what?! What the hell are you talking about and how did you know about that? Braxton: The rouge Alpha Derick interrogated said they are looking for a wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. They called her the moon wolf and said she is the key to the dark side, whatever the hell that means.

she added which I nodded to. But I knew better of what she is saying and that is what I am after. Vanessa held a secret,one that could change everything. After the conversation with my mother I left for the grand hall. The pack gathered below, their faces filled with anticipation as they all awaited my speech. Last night was full of jubilation. I raised my hands, silencing the murmurs as slowly the murmurs died while all eyes were on me to speak. "My pack, tonight marks a new era. The Moon Ball ceremony will solidify our unity and strength. As I Alpha Alexander took over the throne of my father, late Alpha Alain" I paused looking around the people gathered.

It looked like a Jewel wrapped in Emerald Silk. ​Massive, iridescent vines, the "High-Spires", stretched from the continents into the upper atmosphere, their leaves unfurling like solar sails to catch the unfiltered light of the sun. The moon was no longer a dead rock; it was a "Satellite-Garden," its craters filled with the bioluminescent moss of the Andromeda-Seed.

he asked. I threw my eyes open and tried to move away from him, but only ended up backing into dark hair who had been laying on the other side of me. I scooted away from both of them and fell off the surface we had been laying on. Crawling across the floor I stopped when I hit the wall and stood up. Glancing out an opening in the wall I noted the sun that was peeking over the purple blue horizon. Several large moons could also be seen stretched out in the sky. I'd never seen a sky that color or with that many satellites.

The fresh bedsheet felt like I was lying on heaven’s couch, and the numerous pillows soothed my exhausted body. Looking up at the ceiling, I noticed a mural painting on it. I found it fascinating. The pointillism and brushwork told me it was impasto. A 19th-century painting of the moon goddess Selene features thin brush strokes and a depiction of light. Two wolves stayed on each side of Selene. And a full moon looking down on them. It seemed as though the moon goddess was joining the two wolves in holy matrimony. I wondered if the two wolves were Luna Bella and Alpha Atticus. They must have a beautiful love story - one I may never experience if it was.

Let’s embark on another adventure together. Moon

I glance at him, trying to catch any glimmer of emotion behind his eyes. “These stars are the Moon Lake, which is exactly what it sounds like. Four of the seven planetary structures are, in fact, moons. Big ones. I believe they used to orbit around something here, but now they’re freely orbiting objects locked in place by this star, and that star, and they dance, reflecting light like lanterns on a lake.” “And what do the witches use that for?”

“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.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.