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.

The script shifted, reforming into new words as though answering me directly. To sever it fully, the bond must be sealed beneath a sky without sun. The eclipse comes in nine days. One ingredient remains. Moon Salt, drawn only from the deepest caves beneath the world, where no light has ever reached. The glow faded as quickly as it had risen, the crack in the floor sealing itself shut with a grinding finality that left the chamber unnervingly quiet. "Nine days," Kieran said, voice tight. "And we do not even know where these caves are."

she teased. He grinned and nodded. "Anything." He pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket and handed it to her. "Consider this a Luna gift, and an early birthday present." Scarlett opened the box, and her eyes widened with shock. Nestled inside the plush interior was the Moon Diamond, the most expensive and rarest jewelry in all the realms, forged from the Moon Goddess's tears. There was only one of it in the entire realm. She was stunned speechless, her emerald eyes radiating the bright shimmer of the diamond.

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.