Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

The Silver Moon Pack's mansion stood tall and imposing as Alpha Jake and Mara arrived. The grandeur of the building was undeniable, and its walls seemed to hold countless stories and secrets within. As they entered the mansion, Alpha Jake led Mara through the spacious hallways to a comfortable guest room. The room was tastefully decorated, with deep blue and silver accents that reflected the pack's emblem. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with soft, moon-themed cushions and throws. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow inside.

No one in my family had silver strands or eyes like mine. Mom looked out of the window into the darkness, "There was a fire." My mind immediately went to the images shown to me by the lake. What if the lake showed me the night when my biological parents died? "It happened on the full moon?" Mom looked back at me, "A few days after the full moon, you were born on the night of the full moon, but it was no ordinary full moon, it was the night of a blood moon." My stomach dropped further hearing this.

He settled into a long vigil, determined to be there for Kaerlia every step of the way on her journey to recovery, no matter how long it took. ~~~ The Moon Palace was a breathtaking sight to behold. It stood upon the surface of the moon, gleaming with an ethereal luminescence that cast a gentle, silver-blue glow over the lunar landscape. The palace seemed to merge seamlessly with the moon's natural beauty as if it were a part of the celestial body itself.

Their biology was a masterpiece of integration, possessing the silver strength of the moon, the solar heat of the sun, and a new, atmospheric fluidity that allowed them to breathe in environments that would have crushed their ancestors. "The results are stable, Mom," Toby’s voice crackled through the comms, his tone filled with the restless energy of a scout who had found his true territory. Toby was currently docking his Atmospheric Scout at "New Silver," our first permanent colony on the lunar surface. "The quartz domes are holding the pressure, and the Sun Stone we planted in the lunar crater is providing enough heat to grow the fire ferns."

I paused. “This also explains why patients are at their worst around the new moon. That is when the body’s rhythm fluctuates the most violently and the disconnect is hardest on the tissue.” I looked out at the room. “Lunar lung syndrome is not an external attack on the body. It is the body losing its connection with the moon entirely.” I turned back to the board and began writing. “The core of Moonlight’s drug development is to use natural medicinal compounds to suppress that disconnection while simultaneously repairing the lung tissue that has already been damaged. Four herbs. Specific ratios.”

Margo says as we start to eat. “We should probably wait until after Tuesday. I think after Thursday would be best,” Beth tells her. “Oh right. New moon and all that.” They’ve lost me there. “New what? What’s going on? “New moon,” Beth replies. “It’s when the moon isn’t visible in the sky. It affects our condition. Makes us almost normal. We can’t smell, hear, or heal as fast. I’m not going to be pelted with paintballs being normal!”

It was red. Neoma stood in the center of the ritual circle. The pylons hummed, a low-frequency vibration that made her teeth ache. The air pressure was immense. Her ears popped every few minutes. Guller stood outside the circle. He held a bowl of water. It rippled, even though there was no wind. "The fragments have breached the Roche limit," Guller said softly. He looked up. The moon was there. It wasn't a distant white orb. It was a jagged, horrific collection of mountains hanging directly above them. They were so close Neoma could see the craters without a telescope. They blocked out the stars. They blocked out the dark.

I can see the reflection of the moon on the water, the beautiful and fascinating light reflects on the shore. I raise my thumb, closing my one eyes as I aim it at the moon I smiled as I can see that they're right, everywhere you go the moon will never be bigger than your thumb. I shiver as I feel the cold breeze of night brushes off my skin, inhaling it as I rub myself, warming my arms the ease the coldness, breathing in and out, closing my eyes.

She leaned back on the backrest and sighed at the view of the teardrop-silver colour lake; shaped like a perfectly flat metal disc. No sounds rang out from the shimmering emptiness of space in front of them. Even the huffing wind was too lazy to scatter the a-flame quilt of warm earthy leaves spread out around the tree's base in the small clearing. They sat in silence, drinking in the scenery, calming their senses and enjoying each other's company. "Have you ever heard of the Moonfall pack?" Minnow asked after much consideration. "Hm, yeah, it's a small town up in the mountains. Why do you ask?"

He stood there, and like a propelled rocket he came running towards us and he helped the both of us out of the eerie premises. "Lucia, stay with me." He tapped on my cheeks. I open my eyes close up to his perfect jawline even when my sight was worn out and blurry, he still looked perfect, Moon was beside him playing with the big globe in the corner, I held my hands to his cheeks and close my back into my slumber, he sighed, inferring that I would get better soon and he took care of Moon until they fell a hush of the night and fell into a slumber.