Moon Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

She could’ve saved herself from danger. “I always wonder how your blood will taste like…” Lord Aleister drawled as he lowered his head to her neck. “She’s the moon goddess, my Lord. Her blood surely taste—” Lord Aleister’s butler’s words were suddenly cut off by the sound of breaking doors, and shattering glass came next. But Luna was too weak to even watch what the commotion was about. The last thing she knew was that she was slowly drifting into sleep even though she fought so hard to stay awake. And then, in the middle of the chaos… everything went black.

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

His nearness brought comfort alongside his solid determination. A fierce expression flowed from Leora as she looked at Kael. “I’m not doing this alone. Not anymore.” A resolve burned through her speech because she promised the pack and herself this commitment. This was her fight too. As Kael’s mate transformed into the position of Luna she now carried the pack’s destiny on her shoulders. Even though he shrugged his shoulders Kael showed his hidden apprehension through his stiff jaw muscles. The fierce Selene will not submit without a fight according to the warning he delivered in a dark serious tone.

She swung her blade. The tree split into two. It was wondrous midnight for Karla Allen. Just recently she discovered that every night she can use the blade of the moon, which is finely crafted and reputedly magical. The leader of the coven, whose name was Mr.Hawking, told her that the sword was made from the minerals found in the moon mountain. And exactly today, we are going to moon mountain to visit Luna.

“A human, fighting me for a mere woman? Hah.” “SHUT UP ALREADY!” Liam screamed, swinging his leg back to kick the creature. And then he was gone. As quickly as he had arrived, he had vanished into the shadows. The only thing that lingered was the bodies around him, drained of blood. As the sun hit Liam, he fell to his knees.

And he wasted no time and mounting an attack. “Prideful Sword: Wrath of the Half-Moon” Along with the humming of his swords and the shaking of the cave, the blades in Mane’s hands produced several sword lights which became one to produce a massive sword light that was a long as Silver’s arm yet as thin as a strand of Mane’s hair. Mane’s face grew pale after producing the sword light. It was clear that it took quite a toll to produce such an attack. Wrath of the Half-Moon was the strongest of the Prideful Sword series and was very draining. Added to the fact that it had to be made as big as the Monkey Queen to cause any real damage, it took a lot out of Mane to activate.

“There is no way to stop it, my child. The only thing left for you is to get ready.” I felt really hopeless. How could I keep living knowing the man I cared for might die because of me? “Here, take this,” Aura said, holding out a dagger with symbols carved into the handle. “What is this?” I asked, looking at it with curiosity. “It is called Lunarsword,” she said in a serious voice. “It is a weapon blessed by the Moon Goddess. It is the only tool that can fight the evil inside His Majesty.” I froze, surprised by his words. “You know about the evil in His Majesty? What do you know about the monster? Is there any way to stop it without losing His Majesty’s life?”

The moon was a silver crescent in the sky when Selene mounted her black stallion, her warriors assembled behind her. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the distant hint of smoke—remnants of Southwood’s destruction lingering on the wind. Kieran rode beside her, his expression grim, his sword strapped across his back. Marcus and a dozen of Bloodmoon’s finest warriors followed close behind, their wolves restless beneath their skins. None spoke. The weight of what they were about to do pressed down on them all.

A voice, which is soft but firm, echoes in my mind. "Use the moonlight," it says. "The moon is your ally, Hazel. Channel its power." I glance up, seeing the full moon shining brightly, almost as if it’s reaching out to me. I raise my sword, and the blade catches the moonlight, shining with a type of ethereal glow. Hunter lunges at me, but this time, I'm ready. I sidestep his attack, feeling the moon's energy coursing through me. My movements are fluid and effortless.

Before I let my emotions get the best of me. "Very well then." Kymon extends his hand. "Freon, my sword." Freon hands him a sleek, silver blade. "Isn't it auspicious that tonight is the Red Moon night?" Kymon muses, turning the sword in his grip. "The Moon Goddess must have planned this marriage." "Stretch out your hands," he orders. I do so without hesitation. A sharp pain cuts through my finger as he slices it open. Blood beads on my fingertip. Zade's is cut next, his expression unreadable.