Legendary Moon Light Sculptor Novels & Stories

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

He smelled amazing, and I found it hard to concentrate on what he was teaching me. Knox soon returned with the other two statues, each a masterpiece in its own right. One showcased a wolf under a crescent moon, and the other a moon adorned with intricate vines. They were breathtaking. Ky pointed to the crescent moon, "This one is mine," he said, and then nodded to the other, "and Knox created this one." I couldn't hide my admiration. "They are perfect and totally not a waste of time. They're amazing. So, knowing you three, it was a competition. Who won?"

Children ran from vendor to vendor inspecting the handcrafted toys for sale. It was hard not to feed off of the excitement in the air. Tor and I walked through the streets together looking at all the merchant's wares. One vendor, in particular, sold the most beautiful jewelry that I had ever seen. I picked up an iridescent moonstone bracelet and inspected it. It was one oval stone, pale blue in color with stunning luster, that was attached to a gold chain. Tor walked up behind me. "Do you like it?" he asked examining the piece from over my shoulder.

Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures.

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.

In the end, she made herself the ultimate joke of the birth-dawn feast! Lucien thumps his bone staff against the obsidian floor. "Belle, let us inspect the offering you brought for my birth-dawn." Belle nods frantically, her breathing shallow and jagged. This is my chance! I can still reclaim my standing! She spent months sourcing a rare moon-crystal from the northern badlands, paying a master clan carver to fashion a Moon Goddess statue out of the glowing stone. "Allow me to present my gift, Old Alpha," Belle says, rushing toward her pedestal.

And I couldn’t stop staring, drinking in the sight of that sculpture of masculine beauty and power. If one didn’t know, they’d think that he is the Blood Moon Alpha. The worst is: even with all those clothes, all I could think of was that hot, sinewy bod underneath. The Moon Goddess had struck again. Here I am giving my warmest welcome hug to my future step-aunt while lusting over her mate. I’m in hell.

"Jasmine, is there any chance you know Adrian Stoneclaw? I checked the council records, and it looks like he is involved with your master guild." Adrian Stoneclaw is the most renowned moonstone artisan in the entire Moonshadow Dominion, and truly the only sculptor I would ever trust with an ancestral commission. According to the pack heralds, he is a guest master at the Royal Academy where Jasmine studies. It seemed natural to assume their paths had crossed. Jasmine freezes, her silver fork hovering halfway to her mouth with a piece of smoked venison. The expression on her young face makes me instantly hold back a laugh. She looks utterly horrified by my question.

His eyes sparkled with a hint of pride as he watched her marvel at his creations. "These are amazing," Lily whispered, her voice filled with awe. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the masterpiece before her. Damon's smile widened, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. "Thank you," he replied, his voice laced with humility. "I actually made most of them myself."

Amaris nodded confused by the Oracle’s cryptic words. “My time here is finally coming to an end. You will inherit all of your birthright. That is right Mari. Your mother was my great granddaughter. You are the last in my line, and when I go all I have and all that I am will pass to you. You must also know that your mother was also the last living descendent on earth of Selene. Yes the very same Selene, goddess of the moon and the one who had 50 children. Someone has hunted both our families to near extinction. In you lies the culmination of Three powerful gods. Titans and Olympians both. You must master your power and bring all the tribes together in order for them to survive. It is importan