Breath Of The Moon Novels & Stories

what could possibly go wrong? Moon's blessings, Odessa 🌙✨

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

He didn’t look at the elder when he said it. Eli pressed on. “I am nothing but a messenger.” He straightened as much as his shaking legs would allow. “What is bound by the moon cannot be broken.” The silence that followed pressed into every corner of the room. No one spoke. Then laughter cracked through the stillness – Damon’s. It was low and lacked any warmth. The sort of laughter that had nothing to do with amusement and everything to do with what came after it. “I take what I desire,” he said, his voice dropping to something cold and absolute. “And what I don’t—” He let the pause do its work. “Rots.”

he whispers. My breath stutters. The golden-eyed creature. Does he know about it too? I open my mouth to ask, but a low rumble stirs in the clouds above, signaling another imminent storm. “Let’s get you home,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine again. This time, I don’t pull away. As we walk home in silence, streaks of lightning split the sky ahead, casting brief flashes of light over the road. And with every crack, I can’t help the feeling that the heavens are hinting at another truth, waiting just around the corner.

--- Chapter Nine: The Blood Moon Rising The weight of the night was oppressive. The moon, now full and glowing red, hung low in the sky like a judgment, casting long, eerie shadows over the forest. It was a Blood Moon—a rare celestial event that Aria had only heard about in whispered legends. But she hadn’t known how much darker and more dangerous it would feel until it was right above her. She stood on the balcony of Kade’s cabin, her fingers gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the crimson moon. Something about it called to her. It felt as if it was alive, aware, watching her—waiting.

CAEL I stood in the center of the moonlit grove, watching him play with Ayla and the newborn pups. The moon blazed crimson, a reflection of the prophecy of the King, while the sun hovered beside it like a rare solar eclipse. The universe seemed to shift around them, the wind whispered northward, fires flickered like sulfur and brimstone in the distance, and I felt the pulse of something ancient and powerful.

“Because things can be replaced. People can’t. Especially the right people.” Her pulse quickened. She wanted to press him for more, but something in his expression told her the conversation would end if she pushed too far. Later that night, she stood on the balcony, the cool wind tugging at her hair. Below, the streets glistened under the streetlamps, cars gliding past like silent predators. She heard the sliding door open behind her. “You spend a lot of time out here,” Matteo said. “It’s the only place I can breathe.”

“That’s appreciated, Elder Harvey.” Harvey beams and turns to me, his excitement barely contained. “You’ll be happy, Luna. The feast will be your formal introduction to the pack. Then, at the Blood Moon Festival, you’ll receive Eliora’s blessing for your union.” His joy rings out like a song. But inside me, a chill takes hold. The Blood Moon Festival. The one Primrose warned me about. The night the Luna goddess weaves her threads. Links true mates. How long does Gerald think he can fool a goddess?

The night air was restless, carrying a sharp scent of storm and pine. The crescent moon hung low over the horizon, veiled in a shroud of bruised clouds that mirrored the heaviness in Aria’s chest. Since her Luna ceremony, the energy of the world had changed—like the threads of fate were tightening around her throat. The power that pulsed in her veins felt more alive than ever, but with it came whispers—dark, echoing voices that didn’t belong to the wind.