Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Game Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.*

“You think this is a game? The robes are already made for the Sacred Moon Temple! The Mooncrest Artisan Hall has spent months preparing the silver gifts!” “I know,” I say. I reach into my heavy leather coat pocket. My strong, calloused fingers feel something cold. It is the silver band Rham left behind. The massive moonstone glows sharply in the firelight. I hold it up between us. Lamia stops breathing. Her chest stops moving up and down. She looks at the ring, then she looks up into my dark, intense eyes. “This is crazy,” she mumbles.

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.

Slow was sweeter. Kai was doing his drills: breath, body, boundary. Neat work. Almost boring. But boredom builds walls — and when the walls crack, they make better music. I let the scout leave tracks just shallow enough for Kai to find and smooth away. I wanted him to know I was close. Wanted him to imagine the next move. The moon would be full soon enough. He’d keep her close until then. He’d lend her his choices until she thought they were hers. And then I’d show her what freedom feels like.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Her tone was gentle, but the way she looked at me was arrogant. There was no way I would have invited her to come. Luther reached over to help load her luggage onto the train, but the conductor stopped him with an apologetic expression. "Sir, there's only one first-class seat remaining." The Moonlight Express offered full-service immersive scenic touring, and it was exactly the honeymoon experience I had always wanted. It was peak season at Vespera Coast right now, so the standard seats had sold out early, while first-class seats cost five times as much.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

The pack’s compound was quiet, a calm that felt deceptively serene. The crescent moon symbol, etched into the wooden beams above the main entrance, glinted in the early morning light as Isla stood just inside the gates. Her pulse raced, each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she took in the scene before her. This was Luca’s world. A world she now shared, for better or worse.