Moon Sword Novels & Stories

The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.

The way he’d said goodbye without saying it. Pain surged through my chest, and the light responded. It hardened between my palms, forming an edge, a hilt, and a blade of pure lunar fire—the Moonlight Dagger. When I opened my eyes, it glowed like a piece of the moon itself—white-hot, shimmering, alive. Lyria exhaled in awe. “Selene… It’s beautiful.” Beautiful. Deadly. Mine. I tightened my grip around the hilt. The blade pulsed in response, syncing to the beat of my heart.

The moon's surface glows with a soft, silver light that seems to emanate from within, casting long, shimmering shadows that dance across the terrain. Beneath the surface, she discovers vast networks of crystal caves, their walls adorned with sparkling gemstones that refract and amplify the moon's magical glow. These caves hold ancient secrets and mystical energies, drawing her deeper into their mesmerizing depths. As she explores further, Jolene encounters ethereal beings known as Lunar Guardians, their shimmering forms drifting gracefully through the lunar landscape. They watch over the moon's mystical realm, preserving its balance of magic and protecting it from dark forces. In secluded va

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She swung her blade. The tree split into two. It was wondrous midnight for Karla Allen. Just recently she discovered that every night she can use the blade of the moon, which is finely crafted and reputedly magical. The leader of the coven, whose name was Mr.Hawking, told her that the sword was made from the minerals found in the moon mountain. And exactly today, we are going to moon mountain to visit Luna.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

I opened my mouth to tell him about it, but then small circles started forming around my index finger. The moment was calm, and I put my whole hand in the cold water. The surface of the water changed, it turned into a mirror. But there was no reflection. I saw the full moon on the surface of the water. Then it disappeared, and a woman appeared. I couldn't see her face. Her back was facing me. The hair...it had silver strands. The image went away quickly, and then fire....angry flames around a crib replaced it. People were running.

But more come…it is useless. Armond yells, “Useless servant.” He looks at his minions. “Your snack is served.” They descend on him like vultures. He smirks. “Now, chain her properly.” His minions chained me to the floor, where I could barely move. Armond stood in the center of the stage. He raised his arms. “The blood moon rises tonight, and with her blood we will reign supreme.” He lifts an ornate goblet. The hall erupts in cheers. My anger boils over.

The shockwave rolls through the pack: heads snap down as one, throats bared, knees hitting stone in perfect unison. Even the elders bow. The mountain shudders—distant snow avalanches roaring, howls rising in layered harmony that shakes the stars. The Oracle steps back. Her milky eyes glow brighter for one heartbeat. “The moon has spoken. The flame has answered. Rise, Luna of the Northern Dominion.” I release Maureen’s hand only to lift the crown. Obsidian heavy. Rubies like frozen blood. Moonstone heart catching crimson fire. I place it on her head. It settles perfectly.