Moon Breath Novels & Stories

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

“We’ll find everything on the list, but we’ll start with Moon Moss since it’s most likely to sell out quickly.” Sophie then surprises me by turning to the homely woman in the stall and saying, “Could I get a sixteen-ounce jar of Moon Moss?” “What is Moon Moss?” I ask. I hadn’t seen anything in the book called Moon Moss, but I also hadn’t read the entire book. I could’ve easily missed it. “It’s a plant that grows under the moonlight in the West Sea. It’s good for vitality and health,” Sophie answers. However, it doesn’t squash my curiosity, especially when the woman in the stall grins.

"So, moonlight isn't just sunlight bouncing off the moon; it's like a transformed version of sunlight, carrying a different energy?" "Exactly!" She nodded, pleased with my understanding. "It's like the moon's own version of sunlight, altered and imbued with a unique essence as it journeys through space and time before reaching us here on Earth. That's what makes harvesting moonlight so intriguing—it's tapping into this distinct energy source, harnessing its qualities for various purposes. It's almost like the blue fires used by certain creatures, but not quite similar."

“I hate this.” Katia steps closer, resting her forehead briefly against his. “I know.” “But you trust us,” Selene adds smugly. Nathan groans. “That’s the problem.” Lorn shakes his head slowly. “The moon sisters keep their secrets.” Selene lifts her chin. “Always have.” Above them, the moon drifts behind a thin veil of cloud. And far away, on an island wrapped in wards and choice, two pups, held in their mother’s arms, look out at the sea and wonder why the night feels like it’s holding its breath.

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

Chapter Four: Whispers in the Flame The wind in Moonshadow smelled of pine and smoke. Lyra stood barefoot in the Circle of Embers—an ancient clearing ringed with smooth black stones and flickering torches. The sky above was black velvet, pierced with stars. Tonight marked the new moon. A time for rebirth. For truth.

Blood Moon is a lie and a truth at once. The moon doesn’t bleed; we do. But the sky does turn to a bruise, and the light does arrive wrong—thick, red, as if the night has held its breath too long and is ready to exhale something we can’t swallow.

Somewhere beyond them, water flowed steadily, its soft sound helping to calm his restless heartbeat. The moon was high in the sky, a perfect circle with a hint of red coating it, something no human naked eye would ever be able to pick up. The Blood Moon. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, never had he been more nervous about anything than he was now. It was then, the most heavenly scent he had ever smelt hit him with great force. It was sweet, fresh and intoxicating, so pure and addictive it stole the breath from his lungs, making him not to think straight.

The air in the Maw didn’t just grow cold, it became thin, as if the mountain itself were gasping, outside, the Blood Moon had reached its zenith, casting a bruised, rhythmic crimson light through every fissure and vent in the stone, it wasn't just a celestial event, it was a cosmic siphon, Kaelen was using the Lunar Cult’s forbidden Tides to pull the child toward the surface, dragging the heir out of the dark before it was ready to be born.