Moon Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

His mother. He sank his fangs into her throat in a heartbeat. There was no time to react as he tore into her flesh, blood spurting from her artery as she screamed. Her hands tore at the creatures skin, but her own skin was breaking as she tried to break free. She was sobbing, but the sounds didn’t come as quickly as anyone thought. Slowly, she began to gurgle instead of cry. When the creature dropped her body, Liam felt as if he had died.

A ripple of light spread across the clouds. Then the moon itself began to glow brighter. Brighter. Until its pale light deepened into something extraordinary. Silver. Gasps erupted from the crowd. “The moon!” “It’s changing!” Above the Moon Shadow Pack, the full moon burned with brilliant silver light, illuminating the entire clearing in a radiant glow. Silver’s power surged in response. Her hair shimmered like liquid moonlight. Her aura expanded outward in a wave of ancient Luna energy. Wolves stepped back instinctively. Some in fear.

In the real world, Genteel is looking for her everywhere whilst Mukura is in the cave with a demon that trapped her in the dream world. Gwanhoya flies into the sky far above them looking at the blood moon and begins chanting again with both arms spread on her side slowly skyward she brings them with open palms. A sound like a heartbeat sound is heard coming from the blood moon and all four look up in the sky to see what is going on and they see Gwanhoya in the sky with her eyes spread out. Genteel unable to find Mukura outside the cave enters the dark cave with her eyes bright white being wary of her surroundings keeping a searchful eye out for Mukura.

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The recent reports of Ambrosia and Damon’s relentless rampage are weighing heavily on my heart, and sleep has eluded me, leaving me tossing and turning in the soft sheets. In the depths of my weary mind, I feel the call of a vision, a whisper from the Moon Goddess, that is beckoning me towards understanding. Suddenly, I am was enveloped in darkness, standing in a realm where the screams of the innocent echoes around me. The sight is horrifying. I clearly see Ambrosia and Damon, their forms twisted with malevolence as they unleash their fury upon humans and werewolves alike. “Flameheart!” The Moon Goddess’s voice breaks through the chaos, her presence both calming and commanding. “You must no

I sat on the steps leading down to the pavement and turned my head up to the sky. The moon was full, gracing us mere mortals with her light. As a halfbreed I had many shortcomings as a werewolf. I couldn't turn into an actual wolf. I didn't feel the pull of the moon and I didn't have a mate. I was destined to spend eternity alone. Spoiler Alert, I was exaggerating. I could find love, I could get married but there was just something about the thought of predestined love that held on to me and wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let it go. The thought of that perfect romance…was just a dream. I sighed suddenly, feeling sober. I stood to my feet and felt the dizziness return. I paused for a while until

His smirk turned into a cold laugh that grew louder, reverberating across the land, drawing the attention of every combatant. The sun had set, and the rain had ceased. Kael stood with a dangerous smile, the rising blood moon casting a crimson glow over the battlefield. Naya, disoriented and held by Luna Alicia, suddenly pulled away, her gaze fixed on the sky. The blood moon painted the heavens red, and amidst the chaos, a massive green, jewel-like comet streaked across the sky. Far away, in the largest temple dedicated to the Moon Goddess, the Spiritual Disciples gathered, their voices rising in a sacred chant.

Enough. I knew him. We knew each other too well. One tail-flick, we read the other's mind. Twelve years of fever nights. Burning moons. Staying awake when moonlight sickness took him — pressing my tongue to his forehead, licking sweat until shaking stopped. Twelve years of scars.I went alone into enemy territory. Brought back a Fresh Elk Heart. Proved loyalty with my body. The fang that caught my jaw left a mark that never faded. Every night snow stopped falling, he shifted — that massive ancient form — pulled me close, showed me auroras like he'd kept them just for me.

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."