Moonlight Sword Novels & Stories

‘This is justice. Lucien stood up, his legs shaking, his face pale as death. He drew the great sword from his back, the blade gleaming with an ominous light in the chaos. The Sword of the Moon. The only weapon capable of touching a divine vessel. The moon goddess had left it before disappearing into thin air. He walked forward, step by agonizing step, against the pressure that tried to push him away. “Aurelia!” he called out, his voice raw and broken. “My love! Look at me! Please!”

The Blood Moon Key circled beside it. Lucien's Shadow Key continued hovering between the opening doors. The winged warrior watched in silence. "What are you doing?" Orion shouted. I smiled sadly. "Finding another way." The Shadow Dragon's eye narrowed. There is no other way. I lifted the Sword of Eclipse toward the heavens. Moonfire erupted around me. Golden light mingled with silver flames, forming a radiant pillar that reached into the clouds. The Crown of Luna glowed brighter than ever before. Every relic answered my call.

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

You climb back into the truck with your stuff. “Drive, hurry.” You beg him. It's getting later and later, it's almost midnight and it's a full moon again, you must get Nate out of the moonlight as soon as possible. You arrive at the cave, you wrap an arm around Nate, blood is staining his clothes, he's weak, you hurry him into the cave. He collapses onto the floor. “This is gonna sting.” You rip some of your shirt off and apply pressure to his wound, while applying some antiseptic.

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.

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

Blades cut through shadow-flesh only for the wounds to seal again, as if darkness itself refused to bleed. Seraphine hurled fire into the fray, her flames searing enough to scatter three of the creatures. “They’re feeding from the Veil!” she shouted. “Normal steel won’t kill them. You need moon-forged!” Jayden lifted his sword, the silver blade gleaming with runes. “Then we fight with moonlight!” He leapt into the chaos, his wolf surging as he cut down one of the monsters, the blade splitting its body into shreds of ash that dissolved on the wind. The soldiers roared, hope rekindled at the sight.

It swings open and I pull out two long swords. The crawlers are already clawing and hammering at the walls and the barrier. “Those weapons won’t work… Only light can vanquish them,” she says as I pull on the pants. “What about moonlight?” I ask, looking up at her. She frowns slightly. “Moonlight can help heal their wounds, do you think…” she trails off, understanding my train of thought before tilting her head and looking at me. “The moon holds power, and if it’s needed to heal from their dark touch, then surely it can help vanquish them. Right?” I ask, cocking a brow.

she spat back at him and he slapped her again “You must have been getting kinky with him to have some confidence to talk back at every of my words. I will make sure that runny mouth of yours will be silent forever” he stated drawing out the sword from his men standing next to him He raised the sword and she closed her eyes awaiting his strike, he was about to strike him when the cloud covering the moonlight for quite sometimes cleared and the moon came out in its full glory. The moon shone directly on the sword and the reflection bounced on her neck, the necklace that was hidden on her neck by her mother came out in full effect and radiated so bright that everyone had to take their away befo