Upper Moons Wallpaper Novels & Stories

I lay there for what felt like a significant portion of the night and watched the glow of my orb on the ceiling and thought about the sovereign's face and the warmth in my chest and the twelve hundred questions I had about the citadel that nobody had answered yet. Eventually, I got up. The corridor at night was something else. All twelve moons were up, I had not known, until tonight, that this was possible, that a sky could hold that many and still look like a sky rather than a collision, visible through the floor-to-ceiling crystal panels that ran the length of the outer wall. Some of them were near enough to show surface detail, enormous and luminous, hanging in the dark above the capital

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.

"Nothing that changes what we already know about the price. But there's a passage here about the ritual's timing that concerns me." He turned one of the pages toward me, pointing to a section of Mireille's careful translation, his finger tracing the line as though the act of touching it made the danger more real. "The release clause has to be invoked at the exact peak of the eclipse. Not before. Not after. A window of moments, according to this, not the full duration of the eclipse itself." "How narrow a window," I asked, my stomach tightening. "Mireille estimated minutes," Kaiden said.

As Apollo and Jolene stand outside the gates to the moon, their hands entwined in a silent vow of solidarity, a sense of peace washes over them. The chaos and turmoil that once threatened to consume their world have finally subsided, replaced by a newfound tranquility that permeates the air. With the threat of darkness vanquished, the moon stands as a beacon of hope in the night sky, its gentle glow casting a comforting light upon the world below. It serves as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of love and unity.

Her hand then pressed to his shoulders, eyes stern as she told him, “Don’t move.” He nodded. “Yes?” She turned back towards the door, “What is it?” “It’s a message from the Queen.” The woman responded. Groaning, Denise glanced back at Justin before reluctantly moving towards the door, pulling it open only slightly. The face of one of the middle-aged maids greeted her behind the door. She bowed. “The Queen has asked me to remind you that the fullmoon will be in two days. Within that time, she’s asking that you keep your wolf under control by having her stay with Alpha Kain. A suitable room will be prepared for you. Following that night, there will also be an urgent meeting with the Elders. Yo

he said, looking at the ceiling's faded mural, "how old this place is, how many Alpha's have ruled here and will rule here after we're gone." I followed his gaze to the ceiling, seeing as though for the first time the intricate paintings of the moon cycles set against a smattering of stars. Wolves seemed to be dancing around the base of the chandelier, their necks straining upward as if they were howling to the figure of the Moon Goddess, whose arms were open to them.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

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.

“I’m looking forward to studying you very closely, Juniper Sinclair. Lay you out over my lap like a good book. Trace my fingertips all along so I can follow your story.” I pretend I’m not blushing, turning my attention back to the engravings as he steps close. Both of us fall silent, our teasing fading away. Anton stands at my side, both of us studying the panel before us. Which is…very unique. Mostly because…Life isn’t in it very much at all. I cock my head to the side, my eyes moving over the three moons at the top of the panel – references, obviously, to this world and the celestial bodies that are almost always visible in the dark sky.

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.