Moon Touched Sword Novels & Stories

“It truly is. But we need to be cautious, Megan. We have no idea what kind of world this is or what awaits us here.” Suddenly, a presence materialized before us, and we turned to find an ethereal figure standing tall in front of the enchanting scenery. “Welcome, Megan and Khalid” she said welcoming us with what seemed like a beautiful smile. “My name is Lumina, the guardian of the Moon sword”, she began in a strange voice. “The moon sword is a very powerful sword that is older than life itself; the gods used it in the great battle, and it helped them win. It’s a very powerful weapon and cannot be allowed into the wrong hands, which is why you would have to prove yourself worthy to forge it”.

I have a strand of her hair wrapped around the leather cord I wear at my wrist—a gift she gave me after the Blood Moon, laughing as she tied it there, saying I needed a reminder of who I belonged to. I untie it now. The silver-white strand gleams in the dim light, faintly luminous even severed from her. The second component: a blade forged in Moonfire. I glance at my sword, leaning against the table. It is not Moonfire-forged. But Luna's weapons from the Cradle are. I can borrow one. She will not notice. Not tonight. Not while she sleeps, too exhausted to dream. The third component is simpler. And infinitely harder.

"Chopping Sun and Moon!" Being at a disadvantage, Yang Xiao no longer hid his strength. He turned his wrist, and the long sword in his hand formed a sword flower. The sword intent rolled over and split the sea of blood. One move opened the sky and the other cut the sun and the moon. With just one move, Yang Xiao's sense of war was pushed to a high peak. He stood proudly in the sea of blood, emitting a golden light, as if he was integrated with the sharp sword in his hand.

Scorching those glossy-worn patterns into a dark, dark red. "Touch my people. I'll sentence him to death myself." Luna looked up at him. The moonlight plated his rough-hewn face half-light, half-shadow. In the shadowed half, she saw the corner of his mouth. Crooked. Already planning how he would strike. She rose. She brushed the crushed dead grass from her hands. The fragments landed on the flagstones. They were scattered by the night wind. Then she reached out. She pulled Rex's greatsword from the soil. It was heavier than she'd imagined. The hilt still held the residual warmth of his hand. She gripped the hilt with both hands. She held the blade horizontal before him.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

The moment my back touched it, the runes flared brighter. Chains slithered around my wrists and ankles like snakes, clicking shut. I jerked, panic flooding me, but they tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me I wasn’t leaving. “Wait…please…” No one listened. Lucian was the first to move. Silent, precise. He held a silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. Without hesitation, he drew it across his palm. Blood welled, dark and thick, dripping steadily onto the sheets.

"The mate bond will strengthen the protection." Jackson placed his hand over mine as we uncorked the vial together. The moonswater caught the sunlight as it poured onto the central stone, seeming to expand and spread far beyond its original volume. It seeped into the granite, illuminating the runes from within until the entire foundation glowed with silver light. A collective gasp rose from the onlookers as the light pulsed once, twice, then settled into a subtle shimmer that seemed to emanate from the very earth beneath our feet.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

"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"

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.