Breath Of The Moon Novels & Stories

“You don’t change until the first full moon after your 17th birthday. However some of us will start to have some minor changes before. Better hearing, better eyesight, better sense of smell, craving meat more, wanting to be outdoors all the time. Things like that. The first time you turn it is very painful. You have no control over it and it will happen faster if you are directly in the moon light, but it will happen even if it is cloudy. It just takes longer.” Amaris took a moment to absorb all this. Then it dawned on her. “Tonight is the full moon!” Amaris burst out standing up. Anna came over to put her arm around Amaris’ shoulders and sat her down once more. “Now you know why I have been

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

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.

“Scout's honor. I just… I need a few minutes to process everything that's happened.” It took extracting about fifty promises that I would call for them if I needed anything, but they finally left. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, instinctively reaching for that meditative state I somehow knew I needed to access. The transition was instant — one second I was lying in my bed, the next I was standing in what looked like the most perfect midnight clearing I'd ever seen. A full moon hung impossibly large overhead, bathing everything in silvery light.

I lift my chin toward the sky. “The moon chose him. Not ambition. Not politics. Not royal decree.” My voice sharpens. “The moon does not make mistakes.” The air shifts. The clouds above begin to move—slow at first, then with purpose. Liam inhales sharply beside me. I feel it too. The moon is listening. The ground trembles as silver light spills into the arena, brighter than it has any right to be in full daylight. The runes blaze, symbols lifting from stone and hovering in the air like living things.

Sienna said, and the gate-archers laughed, short and mean, worshipful in the way soldiers are when their queen speaks like them. A wind slid down from the fractured moon, wrong and cold. The sky, which had been salt-pale, deepened, reddened, then bruised, then bled. A rim of light formed around the lunar disc, a ring like an eye afflicted. When it opened, the color poured out. “The Blood Moon,” someone whispered, and someone else spat to break the omen. The spit froze before it hit stone. “Sienna,” Ryder said, eyes narrowed. “Whatever she put in you, hold it.”

This isn’t Bloodveil. This is something worse. Sand lifts around our feet, spiraling in thin, shimmering ribbons. The tide pulls back, retreating as if the ocean itself is afraid. Then— A sound. Not a howl. Not a roar. A breath. Slow. Hunger-thick. Bottomless. The kind of breath that says: A god has noticed you. And it is starving. The crack in the moon widens, spilling dark red light that paints the world in bleeding colors.

Everything that still makes me human. Tears burn down my face. “I…” My voice breaks. “I don’t know how to choose…” The moon flares brighter Blinding, Overwhelming, And then Something inside me snaps. The energy surges violently outward A shockwave unlike anything before The ground splits open The sky cracks with silver light And I feel it, The moment, The exact instant when the Moonbound power either binds to me… or I lose myself to it completely. Kael’s voice is the last thing I hear, raw and desperate:

I imagined him, confused, controlled, barely holding onto himself. My lips pressed into a thin line. “Or…” I murmured, eyes narrowing slightly, “do I let you breathe just enough to think you are free?” I asked, staring at the air. The idea sent a thrill through me. Let him move, let him think, and let him try. Then, my hand clenched slowly. “Break you when it matters most.” My breathing steadied as I leaned forward slightly, intensity flickering in my eyes. “The full moon is coming,” I whispered. “You need to be ready.”