Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

"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."

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

Raphael said, surprised. “Yes, I read that in a documentary,” Alfred said. “I think we have to move on,” Alfred said. “Yes, boss,” the other astronauts said. “No one should remove his or her water tank. You know the tanks are our source of breathing because the atmosphere of the moon is a vacuum; it has no oxygen, it has no carbon and sundries,” Alfred said. “Alright, boss,” the other astronauts said. Soon, the astronauts got to the water bodies and stood still in bewilderment. There was a great resemblance between the Earth’s water bodies and the moon’s water bodies.

After a few more breaths, he lowered himself back down to the mat, giving the others a chance to replenish their air supply. Madissa followed Bryan's lead and made her way up to the moonhole, her curiosity piqued by the increasing brightness of the air garden. She inhaled deeply, savoring the clean air that filled her lungs, and then descended back down to join the rest of the group on the mat.

Echoes of the Blood Moon The storm outside had subsided, yet within the Moon Temple, the atmosphere felt even more oppressive—saturated with whispers, ancient energy, and a foreboding that none of them completely comprehended. Luna stood at the heart of the chamber, her breathing slow but irregular as the crimson glow of the Blood Moon pulsed faintly beneath her skin. The mark on her collarbone blazed like a living flame, and each heartbeat resonated through the stone like a distant drum.

The first omen came on a night so clear it hurt to look up. Luna lay on her back in a shallow hollow, her blanket pulled only halfway over her because the cold wasn’t what kept her from sleep. It was the sky. The storm that had tried to eat the forest days before had scoured the air clean. Stars burned with a diamond-hard brilliance, so sharp and innumerable that looking at them felt like pressing her eyes against frost. The moon was a thin, waning crescent, low on the horizon. Its light traced silver along the rims of black branches, caught briefly in the eyes of some small creature watching from the underbrush.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

what could possibly go wrong? Moon's blessings, Odessa 🌙✨

Mara says “There is?” I ask a little confused. “It’s at least a week until the next full moon” “Yeah, but I guess everyone just wants to chill outside a bit, I’m feeling a little cooped up myself, we should go” there’s a bit of excitement in Mile’s voice. They all get up then turn to look at me. “Sure, I could use some air, I’ll go get changed.” I throw the apple core in the trash, bringing the second one to my lips as I go.