Upper Moons Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Following the Great Villan, under the gaze of a few people, passed several large mountain peaks, and entered a swath of the surrounding area. The atmosphere here is infinite, the buildings above are all iridescent, the path of Qi is blatant, and the people inside are absolutely not simple. Lunisolar Grand was in the fiftieth rank, and above him there were even more fearsome forty people. A few hundred miles forward, Great Villan took Tadhg Walter and stopped at a tall, dark golden building first. The upper floors are carved with sun and moon, shimmering flowers, like the cover of the sun, like the moon and stars are moving, on that black gold floor, it is even more eye-catching.

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

“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.

Inside is a wonderland. The contrast with the rest of the basement–which is stone, damp, and utilitarian–is immediately apparent. The walls are covered in a turquoise blue, with silver stars stamped all over, and wispy white clouds sponged on top. There's an ancient chandelier dripping in crystals hanging from the ceiling, casting rainbows everywhere. In the center of the biggest wall, a giant full moon is painted in glowing whites and silvers.

The Moon goddesses temple was a beautiful sight to behold. The temple stood majestically, its weathered stone façade glowing silver in the moonlight. Delicate carvings of crescent moons, stars, and lunar cycles adorned the walls, while intricate marble mosaics depicted the Moon Goddess's gentle power. A grand entrance, flanked by slender columns, led to a serene inner sanctum. Soft, ethereal light filtered through the temple's latticework ceiling, illuminating the central altar, where a glorious statue of the Moon Goddess shone.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

I tell her. She just looks at me incredulously. Not sure how she actually feels on the subject as her face is almost completely blank in shock. I take that as my cue to leave and head towards the front door instead. Inside, the main room is still close to completion but it looks as if they were waiting on me to come and finish it. I am envisioning it with marble floors, light stone walls and, of course the silver lining that we have already started. I want to incorporate the moon in more areas of the room as well so I think that the fountain that I created is going to have the moon in it's various phases surrounding the fountain and in the middle I still would like a witch but I want the wit

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Kira caught it and tucked it behind her ear. As the sun set, all the moons came out one by one. Big ones. Small ones. Red ones. Silver ones. Pink ones. Blue ones. Hundreds of lights scattered across the dark sky like diamonds. Hope pointed up with wonder. “Mama, why are there so many moons? Grandma said there used to be only one.” Luna picked her up and held her close, breathing in her baby scent. Looked at Damian. At Valen. At Elena. At Kira. At all the wolves running free below without chains.

A stirring of something ancient and primal. The full moon was rising, and I could feel its power calling to me. I was a werewolf, and I had done something. Something terrible. But what? As the moon rose higher in the sky, I felt my body begin to change. My senses grew sharper, my muscles stronger. And then, everything went black again. When I came to, I was standing in the middle of a forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything.