Moon Sword Novels & Stories

And I have to let them. Wren nodded. Luan looked at her hands. At the grey skin. At the scars. Then I find another way. There is no other way. Then I make one. She stood up. She walked outside. The moon was high. Full in five days. She looked at the sky. I'm not letting anyone else die for me, she said. The moon did not answer. But the wolf did. It howled. And somewhere in the darkness, something howled back.

"They have no idea what they’ve done. They didn't just give me my sight, Audrey. They gave me a reason to burn their world down." Outside, the rain stopped as abruptly as it had started. The clouds parted to reveal a moon that was no longer white, but a shimmering, brilliant silver—the mark of the True Luna’s awakening.

A collective, quiet gasp rippled through the older Lunas sitting behind me. Resting on a white satin pillow was the Moonlit Comb. It was a stunning, ancient piece of silver, carved expertly to display the eight phases of the moon. Embedded in the center of the silver arches were three large, flawless blue diamonds that caught the bright spotlight and scattered tiny blue prisms across the stage. My breath caught in my throat.

"I don't know exactly. Dozens in the city. More outside it." "Does he own a gun?" "Marcus, " "Does silver actually work or is that a film thing." I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose. "I genuinely don't know." He picked up his glass and looked at the amber inside it for a moment. "Okay." He took a slow sip. "Okay." That was the word Marcus used when a thing was so far outside the frame he needed to rebuild the frame entirely before he could respond to the thing itself. I had heard him say it in a hospital waiting room. I had heard him say it when his landlord tried to double his rent inside sixty days. The word meant:

Touched her face with fingers that were cold and warm at once. “You are Queen of Two Moons,” Selene said. “But that was never the end. It was the test.” Luna looked up. “Test for what?” Selene smiled. Sad. Proud. “For the third moon.” The sky cracked again. The fourth moon, silver, pulsed once and vanished. In its place, a new moon rose. Not silver. Not red. Black. With a silver ring around it. Like an eclipse frozen. “The Third Moon,” Selene said. “The moon of balance. The moon of endings and beginnings. It rises when a queen chooses all wolves, not just her own.”

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.

I told Mateo and closed the mindlink. I looked at the moon and prayed to the moon goddess Selene, the goddess of wolves, to hold and help Lory cope with her emotions, to help her understand that we didn't wish her harm, and that she belonged here. I don't know why such trials were placed on Lory's path, but I know there must be specific reasons for it. Selene doesn't make mistakes; she has her reasons for her actions.

I turned to the second page and continued reading aloud: CHAPTER ONE - HISTORY OF THE MOON The history of the gods and goddesses of the moon spans various cultures and mythologies. Selene (Greek Mythology): Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon, often depicted as a beautiful woman with a crescent moon on her head, riding a chariot across the night sky. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and the sister of Helios (the sun god) and Eos (the dawn goddess). Selene had many romantic liaisons, the most famous being her love for the mortal shepherd Endymion, whom she put into an eternal sleep to keep him forever youthful.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.