Moon Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The stars above her seemed even brighter this close to them than they ever had from her bedroom window at the castle. The moon was low in the sky, and she had a feeling Slate would want to land before it illuminated them too much, even though he was flying higher than usual so that it would be more difficult to spot them. They were flying over a kingdom that contributed to the Dragon Moon celebrations and would be for most of the night, but there was no reason to alarm the people beneath them and make them think that the dragon flying o

One for each founder of the old Council. And in the centre—an altar. Upon it, sealed in crystal and ringed with binding runes—was a blade. Not just any blade. Moonfire. I knew it the second my eyes touched it. A sword older than memory. The one my mother had written about. Forged in the first lunar eclipse. Meant only for the one born in balance. For me. I stepped forward, breath hitching. But before I could touch it, the room shifted. A wave of heat. A ripple in the air.

Pressing. The words settled into my bones, heavy as fate. My breath caught, shallow and uneven, as memory flooded in. I had seen sketches of this blade in old texts. Read fragments of its history in pages stained with fear and blood. The Moon Goddess’s sword. A weapon so powerful it erased borders, silenced cities, and left nothing behind not humans, not werewolves. Just ash and echoes. Malaki stepped forward. When he reached for the sword, he did it slowly, as though even touching it demanded respect. Stone scraped softly as he lifted it from the altar, the sound unnervingly loud in the quiet room. He turned and held it out to me.

Cassius cleared his throat and then invited the man who was said to know the history of the sword having studied swords and history. “You all may not know me but I can vouch with my life that it is true that the Moon’s Sword can indeed rot a fresh corpse,” the old man whose vision was dim and voice low, started. “Most do not know this but the Moon’s Sword, blessed by the goddess, can rot a fresh corpse.” “I believe you have said the same thing twice already,” my father said. “What we want to hear is how you know this and what proof you have that this is true.”

It was a special type of silver knife that had the first side looking so smooth, like a sword, and the second side like a rough wave of the sea. I was shocked at the details. I looked deeper at the side, and I saw a name engraved on it. I read it out immediately. “Moon blade!” I read out, and he smiled at me. “Yes, that is yours!” He said, and I looked down at it again. It was lights, but every shape, and I am sure it can't bend or cut on time. “It was done by the finest craftsman. I have them bury it in chams and locks. It kills every beast with just a strike, and I have it dipped in the holy water. So you are good to go!” He said it, and I was shocked.

Luna and her parents returned to the pack house, where they retrieved the three sacred artifacts. "Now we need to combine their power," Luna said. Elara nodded. "Let us go to the Sacred Circle." They went to the Sacred Circle, where they performed a ritual to combine the power of the three sacred artifacts. A bright light erupted from the circle, and a weapon appeared—a sword made of silver, with a moonstone in the hilt, a sun crystal in the blade, and a star amulet in the pommel. "This is the Sword of Light," the Moon Goddess said. "It is the only weapon that can defeat the Dark Ones."

The weapon that lay in the stranger's hand was unlike any forged by mortal steel. It was the Moon Sword, Na’ara’s ancient blade. Its blade shimmered, not with metal, but with condensed moonlight, a soft, silver-white glow that coursed like liquid starlight along its edge. Every movement caused ripples of pale luminescence to trail behind it, as though it cut through reality itself. The sword's core was forged of a rare celestial ore known as Lunaris, and it was translucent, half-solid, half-light, eternally shifting.

Shui Wuhen picked up a long sword emitting a cold light and handed it to Zephyr Khan. "Rumor has it that the Snake King's sword technique isn't weak either. He has a divine sword in his hand. It's called the Moon in Well. It's made of high-quality Darksteel. It should be this one." Tristan Zane nodded and said. "Shui Wuhen... you seem to have gone too far, don't you?" Seeing that Shui Wuhen and the others had stuffed these treasures into their pockets, Chad Skylark, Mu Chenglin, and Leonard Briggs' faces darkened.

This one was said to be carved in the Moon Goddess Mountain itself. I couldn’t really see it as I was still trying to hold in my tears, composing myself to stand there tall and proud as Luna should be. The Elder Joseph gave the knife to Alpha Maximus, who waited for the next step as the Elder walked away for a moment only to return with a golden cup that was filled with the water that came from the same mountain as the knife was made from.

Adan “I-I have the advantage!” Conner’s sword shook as he pointed his blade at me. “The Snow Warrior Pack is rightfully mine!” “Not anymore.” I slammed my sword at him, and he surprised me by countering with a jab. But I lunged toward him, slamming my sword against his, and it fell to the ground, gleaming red under the bright light of the Blood Moon. I grabbed him into a headlock from behind as he flailed his arms. “Do not move, or you will die.”