Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

No animal dared to enter his domain, including the grizzlies that occupied the area ever since he battled the one that previously claimed the cave as home. The moon was full and shined brightly in the black sky. Kaynon lifted his head to stare into its light, feeling its mighty pull and relishing in its power. Closing his eyes, he took a deep inhale of the crisp air signifying the imminent return of autumn, and the anniversary of his pack's death. Their screams still haunted him and kept him up most nights. Another day of redemption tomorrow. He thought to himself before drifting off into a dreamless slumber. *******************************

Nathan informed. Amor’s eyes landed on the calendar and highlighted the fact that it would be a full moon night on Saturday. “No, you cannot take them.” “Why?” “Because it’s a full moon night,” “And none of my friends are wolves.” Nathan jeered. Amor’s jaw clenched. “I have lots of things going on in my mind, Nathan. I cannot add one more just because you teenagers wanted to enjoy their holidays.” Amor yelled. “Technically, we are adults.”

“Thank you, Luna. But I honestly don’t know if I will be able to finish all of this. Is there a way I can take what is left for later?” “Sweetie, you won’t need to take it for later. You will be living at the packhouse in Red Moon, and you will be provided with three meals a day.” Luna explained to me and my eyes got big thinking about being able to eat three meals a day. “Eat up and then Beta Shawn and you can leave for Red Moon.” Luna then said as she left the room leaving me to the plate of food.

Moon blew smoke from her mouth and cleared her throat. "This is disgusting. I feel I'll die soon," she muttered, and Lan chuckled. "The smell would have been worse if we had arrived earlier." He said. "Gosh, the smell of meat getting rotten and blood clotting around it as it decays is the worst smell ever. I won't forget this mission if I survive it." Moon added. She threw her cigarette stick to the ground and then wore her face mask. That nevertheless, did not stop the smell from assaulting her nostrils.

Someone else pipped up. “He didn’t give specifics, but it does sound that way. I did ask how we would even know who the moon wolf was. He said we would know, by the crescent moon on her fur.” Beta John answered. “So, we are looking for a she wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. What exactly is it that makes her so special? Do any of us have someone in our pack like this. Can we just give her up to make all this stop?”

The Moonborn’s dawn. And it was only the beginning.

The decorations were breathtaking, silver lanterns, glowing crystals, and banners that glowed like starlight. A deep drumbeat echoed in the night, signaling the start of the celebration. Lyssara looked up. The moon had risen, bathed in gold. The Celestial Moon appears only once a year , a divine blessing upon the realm. She inhaled deeply, feeling the sacred air of Moonveil rush through her. But she had to be careful; if her emotions spiked too high, her cloak could shatter. Still, she couldn’t help but giggle, excitement bubbling through her.

“I am the person who writes down the bill.” The pull snapped. The pool shuddered into stillness, its surface smoothing with the offended dignity of a creature who has been told it will not be fed tonight. The red in it dimmed to a stain instead of a flame. “You’ve wounded it,” Maera said, and if there was triumph in her voice it was the quiet sort that prefers accuracy to celebration. “When the moon lifts, it will not redden fully. It will mouth at the tide and not drink.” “It’s not the same as ending it,” Evelyn said, exhausted down to the bones that conversations live in.

I stopped watching her for the turn after that. We held the east. It cost. A man named Pell went down and stayed down. One of Gorin's old guard pulled a wolf off Wren's back and lost most of an arm for it. But the gap held, the teeth held, and the wolves that lived peeled off to regroup, and I got my first full breath in what felt like an hour. I found Maren in it. "How long on that moon." She didn't look down from the sky. "Not full. Close. A finger's width of growing left in it."