Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Game Novels & Stories

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.

I hope to see Douglas soon, Lucinda would surely take care of him. To evade suspicion and being noticed, I changed to an alien maid. I would totally fit in with my new nature. As an alien maid, you belonged to the black moon. The black moon is the dark version of the real golden moon, here the dark queen resides with her aliens, most of those she sent to enforce her will and rule on the world. I'm a spirit that stands on the side of light while she stands on the side of darkness. Her celestial name is Devon, no one knows this except her children who are witches and hybrids, with both witch and vampire nature, in the world. One of them is Pandora who is her direct descendant. I can sense her

It rises higher and higher, light glinting off the surface of it. The surface that holds a sculpture like nothing I have seen before. It is one of the Moon Goddess and her wolves. In her hand, she holds the moon, which is shaped like a bowl, glowing with soft ethereal light. The wolves around her seem to hold the moon with her...or bear the weight of it with her. Chancellor Vesper stops a couple of feet away from her, but the Grand Mistress stops right in front of it. Her hand rises to hover atop the bowl and her voice cuts across the stadium, raspy and ancient as she chants in a language I don't understand.

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

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.”

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.”

“Well. That would definitely count as risking everything.” The Mooncrown Stalker was worth a great deal of points. I had done the math. If we could hunt them and gather the points, it would end this game immediately and put us in the first place. “It loves chasing moonlight,” I said slowly, thinking it through while I spoke. “It hates fire. It only crosses the high stone paths unless something wounds it badly enough to break its rhythm. And when it gets disturbed, it circles back to the same territory every time.”

Sera POV --- Three days had never felt so long. We spent every waking hour preparing the ambush. The Moonstone Altar stood in a clearing in the neutral territory, exactly halfway between Shadowcrest and Nightshade land. It was ancient stone, weathered by centuries, covered in symbols I couldn't read but which made my lunar power hum with recognition. This was a place of power. The moon's influence was strong here even in daylight. If Thaltos wanted to perform the Harvest ritual, it would be here.

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

But there was nothing in the room. “Where are you?” I called out to her, taking deep breaths. To answer my question, lit up footsteps appeared on the floor and led to the door, a path for me to follow so I could get to her. Without thinking about it, I carried Aaron gently so as to not wake him up, following the footsteps until I was downstairs and through the back door in the kitchen. I stood in the darkness of the backyard when I found a glowing light at the corner of the building, making its way to me. As soon as it stopped in front of me, it opened up like a cocoon and presented the Moon Goddess to me.