Novel & Cerita Moon Touched Sword

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

"Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up" Tina squealed, "This is it guys, the beginning of our adulthood" Tate groaned and walked off. "Goodluck Eve" Jude told her and walked off as well. "Come on Eve, lets go line up" Tina grabbed Eve and took her to line up. They sto

I don’t see it at first, but I feel the presence around me and I know this because it’s the same feeling I had the last time. Then, it shows itself again. This time, it's a bit clearer. I try to ask questions, but nothing comes out of my throat. As if that isn’t strange enough, the Bloodmoon appears above us making the figure appear larger and more visible. Then I take note of something. The figure is a man. And as if that isn’t strange enough, I noticed something in his hand. A sword. He stands under the blood moon with the sword in hand as if preparing to use it. Although most of his body is very visible, his face still remains a mystery making it hard to define who he can be.

"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.

Cassius cleared his throat and then invited the man who was said to know the history of the sword having studied swords and history. “You all may not know me but I can vouch with my life that it is true that the Moon’s Sword can indeed rot a fresh corpse,” the old man whose vision was dim and voice low, started. “Most do not know this but the Moon’s Sword, blessed by the goddess, can rot a fresh corpse.” “I believe you have said the same thing twice already,” my father said. “What we want to hear is how you know this and what proof you have that this is true.”

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.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

Couldn’t stop this. The leader raised his sword high, the blade catching the moonlight. And then— A horn split the night. Not the rogues’ call. The Blood Moon’s.

He looked like he was about to die. Just at that moment, a silver light pierced through the night sky like a full moon and flew toward there like a shooting star. It bumped into the golden sword Feng Wu shot out. With a crisp clang, the full moon warded off the golden sword, saving the black-robed man's life.

He saw the dazzling long sword gradually taking form in the sky. At this moment, Zella appeared before him. “That’s our clan’s sacred sword, a divine weapon crafted by our mighty ancestors, requiring countless ages to forge,” she explained. “My brother has always sealed it away within the world. The last time he used it was when he traversed the River of Time to the Sky Burial Age. Otherwise, he has never wielded the Moonlit Sword.” Zella walked over, gazing at the sword taking shape in the sky. “My brother brought out the Moonlit Sword, which proves that he considers you a worthy opponent, and is a sign that he’ll give it his all in tomorrow’s battle. Eitherway, the battle will end with one