Upper Moons Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

He raised his head at Matt at the alarming question raised. "That should be this full moon." Alpha Andrea finally answered even with Fiona's intent to intrude, I smirked behind my puffy face from the food I was trying hard to masticate. "Oh I see, that is perfect timing, the season of the Moon Goddess, blessing the Aloha and his Luna, we could have what such auspicious date, but we're so engrossed in each other that as a common Gemma and Omega we choose a normal day." Matt let out his hand scrolling through his phone and Alpha Andrea's eyes were red, and the redness I could see calming to purple anytime soon.

*** — Anne, do you want to hear a story? When the world was young, and the herds were still in their most primitive state, a lone wolf devoted himself to singing to the Goddess Moon with passion. The wolf, whose fur shone under the silver light of the moon, sang with a passion and devotion that resonated in the deepest corners of the night. His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky.

The river, a mirror to the heavens above, reflected the moon's light, creating a serene and mystical ambiance around us. There, in the tranquility of the night, Kael nudged me to look down at my chest. Bathed in the silvery glow, my fur bore markings I hadn't noticed before. Three perfect crescent moons, each a mirror image of the one gracing the night sky. The marks were not just on my skin but were now a part of my very essence, represented in my wolf form as well.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

You have dedicated yourself to the Moon Goddess’ service. Save the moon water to cleanse and charge your moon altar and tools. One of the most effective ways of working with a goddess like Moona is to set up an altar or a space on your altar dedicated solely to her. A painting of the moon, a moon goddess statue, or even a few pieces of moonstone are a perfect representation of her. Horses, silver, and white are great for Moona altar decorations. Dedicate your altar space to her and tell her it was built in her honour. Leave an offering of moonstones, silver, moon water, a small horse figurine or drawing, a poem, etc. to appease her.

Marcus joked along and we all laughed. I looked at Wyatt and Zen and turned back my focus on the three wolves, "The lesser powerful a potion made from a moonflower that is rare to find and only a few know how it looks and what is exactly used from the flower for the potion." I said, making Tanner clap his hands and point a finger at Logan and Marcus, "See I was right!" We all laughed at his enthusiasm. I continued, “The second one grants better results as it is obvious from our week experiment.”

Tonight, its grey walls are bathed in the soft shimmer of bistro lights strung across the grounds. But the brightest light of all is the one above us—the full moon, hanging clear and silver in the sky. A formal event beneath a full moon… with a werewolf. It feels almost too much like a fairytale. And yet, I can’t ignore what the stories say about werewolves on nights like this.

“My father isn’t here. He never was. They killed him to try and find me. I am some Blood Moon Alpha. I didn’t want this…I never wanted this. I just wanted the truth, and now that I have it, I wish I hadn’t. I can’t save myself, but maybe I can save you all. If they can’t do their ritual, werewolves live. Find their altar and destroy it, or make it so I don’t die until after the next Blood Moon. You can do it yourself for all I care. I have tried to escape, but these chains aren’t chains. I can’t explain it, and I can’t break them. I can’t shift. My wolf tries to awaken, but she just doesn’t. Save the wolves, Frank.” “Sugar, now you listen. The Blood Moon is tonight. Stall and cause as much c

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.