Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Classes Novels & Stories

Their moon-glass blades sliced through the air with a sound like whistling wind. Damon moved with a speed, his strikes trailing streaks of solar heat. He was a beacon in the dark, a Solar Alpha finally coming into his own. He caught one of the Silents by the throat, the heat of his grip melting the silver mask. But the cultist did not scream he simply dissolved into a puddle of silver liquid. Reformed. "They're made of moonlight, Damon!" Elara cried, her hands weaving a pattern in the air. "Physical strikes won't hold them! You have to disrupt the frequency!"

I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes. Wolves are the the oldest creatures birthed by the moon itself. Their actual birth was never known. There used to be only four main classes of wolves: Lycan, moon, cursed and normal. But after several centuries, only 1 class remained and that’s the normal wolf, the one surviving. Each main class has its own special abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. The most docile has always been the moon wolf, while the most dangerous is the Lycan and Cursed.

A lunaris wolf's light is steady but small but among the pack it swells into something fierce, a shared aura that turns into both a shield and a weapon. The more unbroken bonds the higher the chances of defeating the Vorath.’ I paused and stared into space. Was this why I needed Killian? as far as I knew he was the only unbreakable bond I had. I narrowed my gaze back to the book. ‘Third was the moon herself. Under a full moon, the lunaris light burns at its peak.’ And since my race were descendants of the moon itself, we were powerful under it too. I was convinced I had gotten the basic knowledge I needed about almost everything.

His teachings and insights ignited a resurgence of interest in lunar magic among his kind, leading to a renaissance of discovery and innovation. But Lyndor's revelations did not end there. He delved deeper into the mysteries of the moon, uncovering the existence of moonlight-infused crystals—gems that could store the moon's radiant energy. These crystals, once a rare and hidden treasure, became the cornerstone of lycan advancement. With Lyndor's guidance, lycan scientists and artisans developed devices and machines capable of harnessing the stored moonlight within these crystals. These inventions ranged from luminous street lamps that bathed cities in moonlight to powerful enchanted weaponry

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Selene spat, pushing him back with a savage swing of the Lunaris Blade. Lucian’s smile was sharp, his eyes black pits of malice. “You think you can kill me with that relic? You think one Moon Blessed can stand against the darkness I’ve become?” A burst of power knocked her to her knees, shadows clawing at her mind, at her very soul. But even as darkness threatened to swallow her, Selene felt the light of the moon on her skin—a lifeline, a promise. The Lunaris Blade glowed brighter, humming with ancestral power.

“Why are you doing this ? What do you want from me ? ” Malachai's expression turned icy. "Your power. Your light. Without it, the moon cannot shine, and the shadows will reign supreme." As the words sank in, the artifact in Luna’s hands began to pulse with light, spilling its glow across the clearing. “What’s happening?” Alec asked, shielding his eyes. The woman turned to Luna, her voice urgent now. "It's your choice, Luna. Trust the relic. Trust the moon." Before Luna could say anything, the light erupted outward, blinding everyone in the clearing.

The first time my mate had seen me. “I’m Damon Thorn,” I said, keeping my voice low and smooth. A lie of composure. “You must be Aria Moonstone.” Her name was a taste in my mouth. Dangerous. Addictive. “Have we… met before?” she asked. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her everything. That she was born of fire and moonlight, and I’d waited through lifetimes for her return. That her soul was etched against mine before she ever drew breath.

Jayden blurted out in anger. Staring at him with a blank expression, Rex kept mute until Jayden sat back down with a vicious anger. "As I was saying,” He kept on. "Jaylen is the Moon Goddess chosen Alpha. He is the Moon Goddess Choice and any attempt to go against this would result to the destruction of us all. And I don't think we want that—“ Jayden growled attempting to jump at Rex, but he got beaten to it by his twin brother. "No way! No way this is really happening!" Jaylen stood up with rage.

just as right now. Like the moon who only shows up at night, Blythe can also feel her freedom of going anywhere she likes and enjoying the world when the sun is not around anymore to burn her sensitive skin. It was as if only the moon could embrace her for who she really is. But if her memory serves her right, since the orphanage's tragedy up to the very misfortune she's experiencing right now, the moon has always been there to witness her distress. It was as if Luna had been keeping wrath from her and she was punishing Blythe at every chance possible.