Moon Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

A way for my pack to show off their female population. My eyes scanned the crowd but neither really saw through the mass of bodies nor heard far due to the music blaring from the speakers. The fairy lights covering the pillars and the railings were eye-catching but what stood at the spotlight was the moon. I might have forgotten it was a full moon night today. How magnificent it felt, to be under the moonlight that seeped through the clouds, falling on us from time to time. A male gestured me over, and despite my nerves, I approached him with a curtsy when I sensed the power coming from him. He smelt of gamma blood, a third in command or the warrior wolf.

However, instead of cutting me, the sword gently touched my hand, leaving a faint, silvery mark. Lady Dyare's eyes widened in surprise, and a hushed murmur spread through the room. It was an unprecedented occurrence. The sword had chosen me without drawing blood. "What does this mean?" I asked, my voice quivering. Lady Dyare stepped forward, her gaze filled with intrigue. "It appears that the Sword of Moonlight has recognized you, Kaerlia," she said. "You are destined for a unique path in this Lunar Clash." A tingling feeling erupted as my combat outfit materialized around me, a stunning silver and white ensemble with moon-shaped patterns. It was clear that I was profoundly connected to the

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I said. "Do not relax at supposed victory." He said and in a blink of an eye, he was already pointing his sword at me. "How can I beat you?" I asked teasingly. "Staying alert." We trained and I found a mark on his hand, he had concealed this wearing long sleeves always, even in summer, but my knife tore through it, "You're from sunju pack?" I asked, the mark was a representation of a crescent moon and a star, He rapidly covered it and I could see he was scared of people finding out his identity.

He said. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Franco and that's all you need to know. I don't have time for chitchat. Now let us see." He walks towards me and pull me by my hair. "Look at the moon now." He said showing me the Blue moon who is shining so beautiful in the sky. Something inside me is burning. I look t the moon but I see nothing as it shines blinds me. "It hurts! It hurts!" I shouted. I feel my claws are extending as my nose, ears and eyes are bleeding. My bones are cracking as well as my skull. "What is happening to me?" I saw the man smiling at me.

‘This is justice. Lucien stood up, his legs shaking, his face pale as death. He drew the great sword from his back, the blade gleaming with an ominous light in the chaos. The Sword of the Moon. The only weapon capable of touching a divine vessel. The moon goddess had left it before disappearing into thin air. He walked forward, step by agonizing step, against the pressure that tried to push him away. “Aurelia!” he called out, his voice raw and broken. “My love! Look at me! Please!”

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

My knees gave out. Above us, the red sky darkened as if the moon itself had turned away. Wolves howled across the battlefield, their connection to me fading like a dying flame. The blade slid free from my chest. Warm blood spilled down my skin and over my hands. I pressed my palm against the wound without thinking, as if pressure alone could force fate to change its mind. Across the ruined ground, Kaelor dragged himself toward me, leaving a trail of blood behind him. “Nyxara,” he kept saying.

He sat up with my help, a confused look on his face. "Who are you?" He rasped. "I'm here to tell you what I know about the crescent sword. We don't have much time, so I'm going to be quick" she told him and he frowned. "The crescent sword is the only sword that can get rid of deities like Hera. It earned it's name from both the fact that a beam of the crescent blue moon had taken part in it's creation, and the sword possesses the shape of a crescent. It was last seen in the mountains of the king of the undead"