Breath Of The Moon Novels & Stories

“Da-“ I tried so hard to breathe but I failed. “Moon goddess is this is my ending” I thought as darkness overwhelmed me.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

The air in Ember Hollow had grown thicker, as if the very land held its breath. The blood moon loomed high in the ink-black sky, its crimson glow bathing the ancient pines and moss-covered stones in a hue both beautiful and ominous. It was the first Blood Moon of the decade, a sacred celestial event in the world of the Elders, marked by rituals, renewal, and sometimes—death.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

That was where I stood, the Moon Trial ring. Kael, the rogue leader, stood just outside the circle. He was a big man with scars across his face. “The circle is charged with lunar ash.” he said, his voice echoing. “It will amplify what is in you, if you are what you claim to be, the moon’s power will answer, you will make the ash glow with your own light, you have until the moon reaches the shaft above.” He pointed upward. High in the cavern roof, a narrow shaft was cut, a perfect beam of cold, white moonlight shone straight down, inching slowly across the stone floor toward the edge of my circle. It was a timer.

She looked up at the moon, full and bright overhead, silver and eternal. "Damon, if you can hear me—thank you. For watching over us. For guiding us. For loving us. For never giving up on us." Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't wipe them away. "We'll carry you with us, always. In our hearts. In our memories. In our children and our children's children." The pack howled—a single, unified sound that rose to the heavens, that echoed off the mountains, that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

"Good. Three years mute and the second she gets her voice back, she takes them down. The Moon Goddess sees everything." Across the plaza, the screen kept playing Daybreak. My voice rolled over all of it. Clean. Clear. A blade splitting the night sky. THE END

Gunner didn’t respond, he just stared at me wide eyed. “Gunner?” I whispered, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry, say that again” he mumbled with a shake of his head. I took a deep breath and smiled, “I passed out, yes? Well, that happened because the Moon Goddess, Selene, called me to her home” “The Ethereal Plane?” Gunner cut in,