Breath Of The Moon Novels & Stories

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

The moon hung bloated and silver above us, casting a light so sharp it turned the swirling black fog into jagged shards of shadow. Malachi walked beside me, his presence a heavy, grounding heat that felt like a shield against the vacuum of the North. Behind us, Kaelen and twelve of the Obsidian Elite moved in a perfect, silent arc, their blades drawn and glowing with a faint blue luminescence. We weren't here to fight a war of steel, but the air was so thick with the "Rot" that even the seasoned warriors were breathing in shallow, rhythmic hitches.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

“Something smaller. Something that can cross before He does. A feeler. A thorn. A child.” Baylee’s stomach turned, bile rising. “No.” “Listen,” the Moon whispered, sudden urgency flaring in Her voice. “Listen to Me, Baylee Vale. He will send something that is not Him. It will beg.” Baylee’s breath caught. “It will smell like the ones you cannot lose,” the Moon said. “It will use their faces. It will use their voices. It will tell you, ‘just open the door a little, just a little, just enough to let me through so I can stay, so I don’t have to go back.’ It will cry. It will scream. It will tell you you are cruel if you say no.”

For the first time since the bond snapped, my lungs actually expand fully. No champagne. No congratulations. No political calculations. Just cold air, trees, and space. I straighten slowly beneath the moonlight. And finally, I can breathe again. The forest glows silver beneath the full moon. Frost clings to the grass while cold air burns in my lungs every time I inhale. Behind me, the ballroom still glows through the trees, music drifting faintly through the night like nothing catastrophic just happened inside. The bond pulls hard against my ribs—not gently or romantically, but violently.

With each breath, Andrius fell into a strange state. The air inside the tent became mysteriously scorching. Chitter... Creak... It was quiet all around. Only the occasional sounds of insects and birds added a bit of vitality to the silent wilderness. As the moon gradually rose, Andrius became more immersed in his cultivation. The moonlight was bright, and the night was beautiful. Suddenly, the bright moon was shrouded in a layer of haze. “Phew...” Andrius took a deep breath and opened his eyes. A flicker of flames was visible in his pupils. “Not bad. My Fire-breathing Palm can be considered quite accomplished now.”

Then he breathed me in, low and rough. "You smell even more lovely," he murmured, his face buried against my neck. His breath was hot on my skin as he took a slow inhale, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. I giggled lightly, the vibration of his voice tickling my skin. But then the sound died when another growl came, this time sharper and guttural. His body went tense beneath me. “Bunny…” He called his voice strained, half human, half growl. “It’s happening now—the full moon.”

As the first true full moon of the "New Era" crested the jagged, obsidian peaks of the Black Mountain, the atmosphere didn't just change—it electrified. The silver-infused granite we had spent months hauling and shaping into the foundations of the Sanctuary began to vibrate with a low, rhythmic hum that bypassed the ears and settled directly into the marrow. This was the birth of the Lunar Resonance, the primal phenomenon that would, in the centuries to follow, be feared as "Moon-Madness." But here, in its unrefined and untainted state, it wasn't a curse of the mind; it was a symphony of the blood.

The sight that befell Cilyna and Kaynon as they reached the side of the mountain had Cilyna staring in astonishment. An older woman with hip length silver hair sat cross legged in the center of a salt circle. There was no wind blowing through the trees, yet her hair was flowing all around her as if she had stuck her finger in a light socket though gently swaying to her soft siren chant. The setting sun was her spotlight and the small dust like particles floating in the air looked like glitter. The scene had a Disney magic feel to it.

Amber nodded just before a contraction rippled through her. As the moon rose to its peak, the Lunas began to push. Amber was the first to birth to her child, which I expected. He was a healthy boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I passed the boy to Alpha Damien to clean him up as I turned my focus to Michelle. The moon reached its peak as the female was born. I called to Selene and the moon turned blue before she descended to earth. We clasped hands and began the incantation to seal her powers. The wind picked up as we finished the spell. She turned to her beloved creatures and smiled, then faded and returned to the moon. I quickly put the blinding spell on the female and watched as they cra