Moon Breathing 16th Form Novels & Stories

“Or Auburn High—it’s further south, in the Gilbert Pack Lands. Very relaxed, great for arts and theory. But your father and I… we think you should consider Mooncrest Academy.” I stared at the silver crest of Mooncrest Academy—a howling wolf silhouetted against a cracked crescent moon, surrounded by iron bars. “Mooncrest is for ranked wolves, Mom,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “It’s where Celt Hawkridge trains his enforcers.”

I rise and bow to them out of respect. "Please sit down Lunas. What we are about to discuss is a bit shocking." I gesture towards the couch big enough to seat six people. Alpha Damien and Alpha David sit with their Lunas and wait for me to begin. "Lunas, the Moon Goddess has told me that your pups are the next Blue Wolves and you'll be giving birth under the next full moon." I decided to just rip the band-aid off, so to speak, out of exhaustion from this whole thing. Their eyes widened with surprise. Joy flashed across their face for a moment and worry replaced it.

Stephen said… “Yep, I heard him say that he’ll attack on the night of the blue moon and by the look of it the blue moon is getting closer” Jessica said while staring at her palm. I looked at my palm too and the crescent was gradually forming a full moon… “What shall we do now?” Stephen said… Jessica finished her apple and then said… “I have a plan”

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

The Moon Festival was never meant for people like me. All around the clearing, wolves danced and laughed, their faces painted with silver crescents, clothes glowing with threads woven under moonlight. Lanterns floated overhead, their warm gold light casting shifting shadows on the stones below. The ancient pines swayed, whispering old prayers to the Moon Goddess. I stood at the edge of it all, half-hidden beneath the gnarled limbs of a hollow pine. My hands were clenched inside the sleeves of my simple robe—undyed, unadorned. I wasn’t dressed to be seen.

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

Celeste The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver sheen over the athletic fields. The grass seemed to shimmer in response, every blade reflecting the gentle glow of the night. Matt and I halted in our tracks, both captivated by the serenity of the moment. The moon, our only companion, was slowly inching its way upwards, painting everything beneath it in pale hues. The distant chatter of students walking home from the hockey game and the sound of the fine layer of snow crunching beneath our feet created an intimate symphony.

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.

How fucking lame is that? ‘The mobile,’ Ares grumbles from the abyss. His reminder brings my attention to the hanging structure above my son’s bed. Walking closer, I gaze at it. It is beautifully crafted. The tent covering the moon is a beautiful navy blue, constellations’ decorate the top, reminding me of the night sky. Underneath sits the triple moon. Upon closer inspection, a key sits in the full moon at the center. Wolves circle the moon, their howling and running figures hanging by fish wire.