Moon Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

‘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"

Its arms stretched like branches of a dying tree, its face a hollow void, and when it roared— The sky tore. But we didn’t stop. Not now. Not ever. I threw the Moonfang first. It spun like a silver star, slicing through the air and burying itself in the creature’s chest. It didn’t stagger—it laughed, a sound like grinding glass. “You bring mortal weapons into a place that devours time?” it hissed. I skidded to a stop, raised my arms, and summoned the Luna Star from the center of my soul. “No,” I said. “I bring truth.”

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

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.”

Alexander jeered and met Master Moony’s assault head-on, his sword infused with potent sword intent, unleashing waves of formidable sword energy. With a swift stroke, Alexander's sword released a powerful wave of energy aimed at Master Moony. This sword strike was just a testing blow. Dodging swiftly, Master Moony avoided the brunt of the attack. The sword energy struck the air and crashed into the ground, creating a several-meter-deep gash and causing the earth to tremble under its force. The sheer power behind the strike was undeniable. Master Moony's expression grew serious, recognizing the formidable opponent before him and realizing he could no longer afford to underestimate him.

The others also saw clearly that Felix was standing there, unmoved. "Go ahead. He has been hit by my Moon Strike. He no longer has the energy to block other attacks." Then, a sudden sound of something tearing through the air sounded. In the next moment, a sword landed between them and Felix. The sword was sharp on both edges. It was silver and crescent-shaped. It swayed gently back and forth, following the wind.