Moon Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

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"

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.

She is wearing a white dress as yellow orbs illuminating it. “Here we bless the new Priestess of the Moon, Luan” a woman said and move closer to her. A crown made of silver was placed on her head. “Thee I bless Luan the grace and voice to cradle anyone in pain” another woman comes up and touch the crown, this time it turns clear like water. Five more women bless her, with every blessing her crown turns to different shade and now its black. Then a man came up, he looks exactly like the man who just kissed her.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

Terrifying sword radiance and terrifying sword aura spread out wantonly. Coupled with the fact that the Seventh Move of Sword was unconventional, thousands upon thousands of blades gathered together. For Venerable Dark Moon, this was a final hit! "No, no, no!" Venerable Dark Moon changed along with the moon, transforming into a full moon that was a hundred times larger and hung high in the sky. "Is he a fool?" "He has just suffered a loss, and he is going to do it again so soon?"

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”