Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

My breaths were coming hard, and the urge to Mate was strong, stronger than it had ever been before. “The Blood Moon is probably affecting Conner, as well.” A crease formed between Wyatt’s eyes. “Adan, if I may say so, you should be with your Mate right now.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded toward the sky. “Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.”

We all notice everything right now. No one says anything. There’s nothing left to say. I step past them quietly and push the door open. The night air hits me instantly. Cooling and grounding. I inhale deeply, letting it fill my lungs, steadying myself. The sky stretches wide above the clearing, dark and endless, the stars scattered across it like distant fire. And the moon, gone. Not a trace of it. Just emptiness, a hollow space where it should be. The new moon. Tomorrow or rather....

The ache in her chest was gone, her lungs no longer burned, and when she flexed her fingers, there was no tremor. That unsettled her more than pain would have. She swung her legs over the edge and stood. The room opened outward into a vast sanctuary. Pillars carved from moonstone rose like frozen waves, their surfaces etched with symbols that pulsed softly as she moved past them. Water ran through narrow channels in the floor, shallow and clear, reflecting the ceiling above like a second sky. Figures moved quietly through the space. Moonbreathers. They walked barefoot, their steps soundless, dressed in pale fabrics that shifted color depending on how the light struck them. Some carried bowls

The moon's surface glows with a soft, silver light that seems to emanate from within, casting long, shimmering shadows that dance across the terrain. Beneath the surface, she discovers vast networks of crystal caves, their walls adorned with sparkling gemstones that refract and amplify the moon's magical glow. These caves hold ancient secrets and mystical energies, drawing her deeper into their mesmerizing depths. As she explores further, Jolene encounters ethereal beings known as Lunar Guardians, their shimmering forms drifting gracefully through the lunar landscape. They watch over the moon's mystical realm, preserving its balance of magic and protecting it from dark forces. In secluded va

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the desert landscape. The camp was quiet, save for the occasional whisper of the wind stirring the sand. Sena sat on a large stone, her eyes fixed on the moon as if it might reveal something hidden—something important, something she couldn’t quite reach. The memories of her training were fresh in her mind, the flickers of her power still lingering, but now, there was something else—something deeper that called to her.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

Why was she so mad? I felt a soft breeze behind me, enough to blow my hair in my face, making me turn around looking up to see the moon high in the sky, glowing brightly. Almost as if someone was giving me a sign. I blinked up at the bright glowing satellite a few times, was it my mom?

Then at the sky where the light had gone. Then at her. "A beacon," he said quietly. "A call. Something that reaches across any distance to find what the Moon-touched is looking for." His jaw tightened slightly. "Or call what's looking for them." The settlement was very quiet around them. Selene looked at her hands. "I called something," she said. "Or answered something." "Which is worse?" He didn't answer. Which was its own kind of answer. Behind them across the settlement a wolf howled.

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.