Legendary Moon Light Sculptor Novels & Stories

“It’s no new that this is why the Crescent Moon is undefeatable.” “That’s right.” Kayla bragged. “This is magical pearl that enhances power. It was specially gotten from a Legendary Queen mermaid. And we’re offering this heirloom to the Moon Goddess to prove our loyalty to her. And I can’t wait to see what you have to offer.” Kayla mocked and the crowd laughed wit her.

The moon light shone clearly forehead as I looked up to it. *Help me mother. Luna derascio jermana hetero jui.* My wolf said silently and my eyes widened at my glowing fur. Blue fire blazed through it making all the wolves to stare at me in awe. Even I was surprised. The pendant on my neck shone and connected to the moon. I stared surprised and tried to convince myself that this was all from me. * I am Luna. The first warrior to the moon goddess. We, Adriana are the Liberation. We are The Light and we are headed to clear the darkness from the supernatural world that the moon goddess watches over.*

Then the strangest thing happened, slowly the moon began to descend from the sky right before my eyes and as it did, it got small and smaller until finally, it came in through the open roof and went straight into the orb that was in the woman’s hand. The orb gave off a soft silvery glow at first before it exploded with a bright light that made me shield my eyes. The eye of the statue lit up too and then it spoke to me, “Javier, the first mate of the chosen one.” I still shielded my eyes until the light dimmed and I could see again, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?” “I am Lunar, the goddess of the moon and the mother of all werewolves, Lycans, and otherwise.”

I said to myself, before I focused my energy on the broken machete, sucking back the remaining power that was left in it. ━━━━━━ ◦ ◦ ━━━━━━ WHEN I came back, Libulan was happily humming a calming tune. I bet it was some kind of lullaby that Moon Deities often sang when the night was solemn. These lullabies brought peace to people who appreciated their existence. But not all Moon Deities were as calm as Libulan. As far as I’ve known, they were believed to be sky warriors. Some low ranked gods not only admired their unparalleled beauty, but also their powers. I have seen some of them on random occasions, except for Libulan. Who would have thought I’d get to meet him in person?

I gingerly took it. “Was that the god you asked for luck?” he asked in quite misgiving and I lowered my gaze to the pencil drawing of a beautiful woman, riding a horse. She had horns and held a pitchfork. Her armour had the Crest of the moon. She looked fierce like a badass warrior. Although she looked quite different from the sculptures and historical books I have seen, I knew it was the same woman “Yes, Selene the goddess of the moon,” I said. Dane lowered his gaze with his chest heaving. And he stood there for about a minute in somewhat deep thought. His shoulders seemed to droop in defect and the image he posed got to me.

They were both beautifully made, intricate in detail and seemed to hum energy into Laylan's hand as she took them from Lucassius. “Wow! They are so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “You made these?” She was turning them over in her hands. Lucassius smiled, “Yes, to honor the Sun God, and Moon Goddess. I had hoped that you would like them.” “I love them!” Laylan exclaimed, nearly squealing. She threw her arms around Lucassius' neck and squeezed him tightly. He hesitantly hugged her back eventually. She pulled back, and he could see that there were tears in her eyes. “I love them,” she cried.

Just as we were throwing claws, blood filling our clothes as they tore through, Moon came down running towards me and like a golden opportunity to tame me, she grabbed Moon and used her as cover holding her sharp claws close to her throat, I shifted back into a human form, "Let her go?" I demanded with pleading eyes. She pulled her along, throwing her claws into the air and about to smash them against her skin, the light in the room went off and everyone became bothered, that was strange, but not eerily similar to her bring slaughtered, gifted by the moon goddess, I was at a huge advantage, I quickly snapped Moon out of her hand, and darted for the door, like as fast as my leg could take me

my feet and wipe my tears. "I'll find my answers. Don't come looking for me," I say angrily. I run to my room and grab my backpack. I stuff some clothes inside with my dagger and put on my black cloak. It's dark already, no one would find me. I grab my lock necklace and walk out of my room. A heated argument is coming from my parent'sI walk to the front door and take one last look at the house. "Goodbye," I whisper, taking the key from the bull's horn hung on the wall. My mother has no idea I knew she hid it there. I unlock the door and walk out of the house. I inhale the cool night breeze and put on the hood of my cloak. Our house is at the far end of the village, near the woods. I hear lo

The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore. When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.

The town's elders, the keepers of the forgotten knowledge, held the key to unlocking the secrets buried within Silverwood's soul. As the nights grew darker and the full moon loomed overhead, I found myself drawn into a clandestine world hidden beneath the surface. I met Gabriel, a brooding and enigmatic figure who had dedicated his life to hunting the creatures that prowled in the moonlit shadows. His haunted eyes told a story of personal loss, a tragedy that had driven him to confront the curse head-on.