Moon Sword Novels & Stories

The moon illuminated their path, guiding them towards their destination. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the highest peak of the Silver Mountains. The air was thin and crisp, the scent of pine filling their lungs. At the summit, they found a small clearing, bathed in silver moonlight. In the center, a tranquil pool shimmered with ethereal beauty. "This must be the Lunar Pool," Luna murmured, her voice filled with awe. "Now, it's time to perform the Moon Ritual." Amelia and Elias stepped back, giving Luna the space she needed. Luna stepped towards the edge of the pool, feeling the power of the moon coursing through her veins. She closed her eyes, focusing her energy, a

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

"I am strong enough." "First Moon Queen—" "I am strong enough to stop you." "First Moon Queen—" "I am strong enough to destroy you." "First Moon Queen—" "I am the Moon Queen." I swung my sword. The silver light blazed—brighter than the sun, brighter than the moon, brighter than anything I had ever seen. It cut through the darkness like a blade through silk, shattering the first Moon Queen's defenses. The shadows screamed as they dissolved, their crimson eyes fading into nothing. The darkness that had surrounded her shattered like glass, fragments of shadow scattering across the courtyard.

The moon hangs in the sky, full and round, but instead of it's liquid silver rays, It’s gold. The moon is a blazing gold and the entire sky is drenched in golden rays, like someone spilled molten light across the night. I watch in awe as the light presses down on everything, heavy and unnatural. “What the hell...” I say, my voice coming out hoarse. Around me, I hear movement. Members of the Moonveil pack are emerging from their homes, drawn by the same thing i'm seeing. I hear their voices carry on the wind as they ask in confusion,

“I am the person who writes down the bill.” The pull snapped. The pool shuddered into stillness, its surface smoothing with the offended dignity of a creature who has been told it will not be fed tonight. The red in it dimmed to a stain instead of a flame. “You’ve wounded it,” Maera said, and if there was triumph in her voice it was the quiet sort that prefers accuracy to celebration. “When the moon lifts, it will not redden fully. It will mouth at the tide and not drink.” “It’s not the same as ending it,” Evelyn said, exhausted down to the bones that conversations live in.

I watched her relax and felt a pulse of gratefulness through our bond and all of a sudden whatever I had said was completely worth it. "Thank you, Jasp..." She whispered. Great Mother Moon Goddess her voice was like heaven to my ears. It was the finest melody that had been fine tuned to reach my heart and squeeze. I watched her giggle and noticed that she had been trifling in my mind a second ago. I smiled and began walking closer, "The things you do to me." I say, and she repeats what I said back to me, but with a sultry tone, "The things you do to me~" I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my fists, if she didn't stop talking like that we would have problems. Big, hard, aching problems.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

The Moon goddesses temple was a beautiful sight to behold. The temple stood majestically, its weathered stone façade glowing silver in the moonlight. Delicate carvings of crescent moons, stars, and lunar cycles adorned the walls, while intricate marble mosaics depicted the Moon Goddess's gentle power. A grand entrance, flanked by slender columns, led to a serene inner sanctum. Soft, ethereal light filtered through the temple's latticework ceiling, illuminating the central altar, where a glorious statue of the Moon Goddess shone.