Novel & Cerita Moon Breathing 16th Form

"And I will never be yours." Ronan’s smile widened, revealing teeth that were already beginning to sharpen. "That’s the fire. I can smell it. It’s delicious. You think you’re fighting for Zayden, but you’re just stoking the flames for me." He stood up and walked to the wall, pulling a heavy lever. A grinding sound of stone on stone echoed through the chamber, and the ceiling began to retract. Above us, the sky was no longer grey. It was a bruised, terrifying shade of violet, and the moon—the Blood Moon—was rising, a massive, crimson eye staring down at us.

she whispered. Clayton groaned. “Can everyone stop falling in love for five minutes?” Holden pointed directly at him without looking away from Boo. “I dislike this one.” Clayton simply rolled his eyes. Then Holden focused back on Boo completely. “If you aren’t busy later,” he said slower this time, “there’s a balcony above the southern watchtower.” Boo tilted his head slightly. “Best view in Embermoon,” Holden continued. “Mountains. Snowstorms. Very romantic.”

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

The Great Hall of Moonrise Academy was designed to intimidate, and it succeeded brilliantly. Soaring stone arches supported a vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into shadows, while stained glass windows cast colored light across long tables arranged by dormitory houses. But what made every wolf in the room unconsciously straighten their posture was the ceiling itself—a massive dome painted with lunar phases that shifted and changed in real time, showing the exact state of the moon that governed their supernatural nature. Currently, it displayed a waning crescent, which meant emotional tensions would be running lower than usual. Good for orientation, Ronan thought. Bad for his wolf, who

I’ll take that as opposed to nothing at all. “What’s his opinion on Valerie, Miss Stone Queen?” Nate inquires as we file out of the back door of the academy. The night sky is illuminated by the full moon, casting a silvery glow over the castle’s expansive grounds. The Moon Festival is in full swing, a sea of students and their families spread out across the lush lawn that stretches to the edge of the massive woods. The trees, dark and towering, create a mysterious backdrop, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. Lanterns hang from branches and poles, their soft light adding a warm, festive touch to the cool night air.

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

The Moon Festival arrived like a held breath finally released. From the moment the sun dipped below the horizon, Moonshine College transformed. Strings of silver lights were draped between ancient oak trees, glowing softly like captured starlight. Lanterns shaped like crescent moons floated gently above the open grounds, swaying with the breeze. Music drifted through the air, mixing with laughter, excitement, and the hum of supernatural energy that always accompanied a full moon. Everyone was happy and excited except Lily. She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her dorm room, staring at her reflection without truly seeing it.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

But he knew nothing about him. Moon and Ocean woke up in the morning. They got ready and went downstairs. Ocean had her breakfast and Moon only ate 2 apples. It was their exams. Final year and then they would graduate soon. They both bid their goodbyes and stepped out of the mansion. Ocean walked towards Moon's car but Moon stopped in the middle way. He felt a sharp pain on his skin. Like it was burning. Moon tried to brush it off but then, Ocean saw slitest smoke around his fingers. He quickly ran back into the mansion, followed by Ocean. He was breathing heavily like he had been running for days without stopping for a second.

“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.