Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Classes Novels & Stories

Chapter 11: Found! While there are three types of Alphas, there are only two types of Omegas. The ordinary Omegas and the Lunas. Lunas are the embodiment of the Moon mother in wolf form. It is said that a pack where a Luna surfaces is a blessed pack. The life of a Luna cannot be taken. The only way to kill a Luna is to absorb their power, then kill them. Since a fully developed Luna is even more powerful than a True Alpha, the only person who can absorb their powers is a Supreme Alpha. Now, Lunas are not as scarce as Supreme Alphas, but they are not common either. Because while Supreme Alphas are made, Lunas are born. In the whole Blue Moon, there were only three known Lunas. They were said

It was all too much for her to understand. “You’re seeing things no one should,” Kaelen said finally, his voice steady, yet there was an underlying edge of worry. “Stop,” Lysandra cut him off, her voice shaking. “I don’t want cryptic answers anymore. What are they?” She paused, and her heart clenched with an uncomfortable thought. “Are they... ghosts?” “No,” Kaelen said sharply, his golden eyes intensifying. “They’re not ghosts. They’re... something else. And they’re not supposed to be visible to humans, let alone captured in photographs.”

“Better than what I expected. But still from what I see they lack motivation. For us to get the best out of them, it'll depend on the fire in their gut, and whether we give them something to believe in.” I grunted. “Then we make them believe.” Kael gave a knowing smirk. “That’s what you’re good at.” He wasn’t wrong. I know how to rally a troop of wariors behind me. “And the scouts?” I asked. “They're smart. But their loyal,” Kael said. “But not to Zephyr. To Lucy.”

How could the Silver Crescent pack ever recover from all the damage that the Black Claws and the Shadow Werewolves did to my people? From the corner of the room, I saw the fake Moonlight Mirror. I was skeptical about whether the plan would ever work because the object looked so lifeless at that moment. Unlike the heaviness of the power that the Moonlight was emitting, the replica was dull and suspicious, which made me realize that Dominic and Killian’s plan was a lame one. “But we have to make it work somehow,” I said to myself as I traced the carved design on the replica of the Moonlight Mirror. “We have to. We have no choice.”

Today they held. Lyra stood at the far side beneath a carving of the moon at its thinnest. Jason leaned against a pillar like it belonged to him and he was doing it a favor by touching it. Others took their places with a choreography I hadn’t learned yet: elders near the center, fighters along the ring, witches like Vivian in the seams. Jasper laid the facts out. He didn’t dramatize. He didn’t underplay. The Rogue, the message, the names. Ronan. Blood Moon. The bargain dressed as mercy.

A shadow moved beneath my feet as I entered the ring. Footsore steps met the stone just right. Light woke slowly a pale glow rising through rock veins, curling upward like mist after rain. Gentle. Whole. Without force. Around me, the group froze midmotion. One breath held tight by many chests. Knees found the floor without warning. I stared at Lucien. “You remain here as a pack member. No rank. No voice in council. You serve. You rebuild what you helped destroy. And if you ever forget what you did ” I let the silver light flare brighter for a heartbeat “ the Moon will remind you.”

"We were fools to trust you. Our daughter paid the ultimate price for our blindness." A cruel smile twisted her muzzle. "The Moon Goddess has reunited you with your true sire. Don’t address us as your family from now on." As the mom turned to leave, Fiona scrambled toward Kane on her knees. "Kane! You've always been kind to me! You always forgave me before!" Her claws scraped against the stone floor as she tried to cling to him, only to be kicked away with a snarl. "Rot in hell, traitor," Kane growled, his voice thick with grief.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

but I couldn't reach it. "Nadia? You look terrible. Where's your healing power?" Kaleb rushed over, his face etched with worry. I shook my head, avoiding his touch. "What did they say? How are things going?" "Beta Malik from the Blood Moon Pack filed a complaint. He said that the healing sigils you engraved into the Moonstones are forbidden hexes stolen from their ancestral tombs. They are calling you a 'Soul-Thief.' If the High Council finds the energy signature matches their records, they will exile you!" Kaleb said, handing me a confidential file.

“Fifty years ago, I was the Silvermoon Clan’s sharpest blade. If I hadn’t defied the previous chieftain, I never would’ve ended up rotting away in the Frozen Forest.” He walked over to the boulder Eira had been punching, running his gnarled fingers over its rough surface. “Moonlight power is the softest force on the continent—and the most brutal,” he said, his voice turning sharp. “The array in your mother’s journal isn’t wrong. But you’re using it wrong. You’re treating it like Blackrock earth power, trying to crush your opponent with weight.” Tom turned to face her. “Moonlight isn’t for smashing. It’s for cutting.”