Moon Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

When Draven entered, his boots leaving mud and blood on the floor, Kade didn’t bother to speak first. “You feel that?” he asked. Draven’s jaw tightened. “Yes. It’s not rogue magic. It’s old.” “Old like witch-old?” Draven shook his head. “Older. Something tied to her.” “The Luna?” Draven met his eyes, and for a moment, Kade saw the wolf behind them, red and restless. “The Moon’s chosen don’t just appear without balance. If she carries that light — someone, somewhere, carries its shadow.” Before Kade could respond, the door flew open. Lux staggered in — bleeding from the temple, eyes wide.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"Ronan! Target the center boulder on the upper shelf! Spears on my mark!" "Brace!" Ronan yelled, six of his strongest Moonridge warriors stepping forward, their heavy, silver-tipped spears balanced over their shoulders. "Launch!" The weapons flew through the howling wind, striking the frost-cracked stone with a deafening crack. The ancient boulder splintered, the structural integrity of the upper ledge vanishing in a single heartbeat. A massive wave of snow, ice, and heavy stone came cascading down, burying the first line of Blood Moon archers before they could release their strings.

Amber nodded just before a contraction rippled through her. As the moon rose to its peak, the Lunas began to push. Amber was the first to birth to her child, which I expected. He was a healthy boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I passed the boy to Alpha Damien to clean him up as I turned my focus to Michelle. The moon reached its peak as the female was born. I called to Selene and the moon turned blue before she descended to earth. We clasped hands and began the incantation to seal her powers. The wind picked up as we finished the spell. She turned to her beloved creatures and smiled, then faded and returned to the moon. I quickly put the blinding spell on the female and watched as they cra

He did not speak, only unfastened the Northern blue-crystal longsword from his waist and offered it to me. I looked up at him. "My own blade is enough." "This one is different," he said in a low voice. "This is the sword of the Northern Alpha Kings, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself." "I place it in your hands." He took a single knee in the snow, holding the longsword horizontally before him. "From this moment on, you are its master." The hilt of the sword felt burning hot. The Northern blue crystal glowed in my palm. I turned around, gazing toward Black Moon in the south.

Royal armor worn by generations of Moon Kingdom rulers. Kael walked toward a wooden display case near the center of the room. Inside rested an elegant sword unlike any Kieran had ever seen. Its silver blade shimmered softly beneath the light, while its hilt was engraved with crescent moons intertwined with flowering vines. "This belonged to my grandfather," Kael said quietly. "He carried it throughout his reign." Kieran studied the weapon respectfully. "It's beautiful." "It is." Kael carefully lifted the sword from its resting place. "But its greatest value isn't the steel."

Not words, just hunger. “If we touch that with our bare hands,” Frynn murmured, “we’re losing fingers.” “Or worse.” I reached into my pack and pulled out the sword our priest had given us, the blade forged in moonlight, etched in runes older than any of Seraphine’s curses. Frynn unsheathed his as well. The moment the blades hit the air, the runes glowed. Soft blue at first. Then brighter. Brighter still. A hum vibrated through the metal, resonance, power, recognition.

My covenant. "I will find you tonight," I murmured into the empty locker room. "Not to approach. Not to speak. To see. To confirm you breathe." The portrait snapped shut. The necklace went back beneath my shirt, against skin, over the brand. Cold metal biting, welcomed. I gathered my blade. The MoonShadow steel was black, curved, singing when drawn. I would drill until my hands bled, until the need burned out, until I was sharp enough to stand in her shadow without embarrassing her.

Alone on her simple wooden bed, Eira closed her eyes, guiding moonlight power to circulate along an obscure internal meridian path. Scenes of the frozen wasteland of her past life surfaced involuntarily in her mind. She recalled Kaelen standing guard before her, wielding a massive black greatsword, striking the secret sword-drawing stance exclusive to Blackrock royalty. Moonlight could condense into razor-thin piercing needles. When compressed to the extreme limit and unleashed in an instant, it could also transform into an overwhelming hammer capable of crushing everything in its path.