Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Game Novels & Stories

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

SELENE POV The full moon was bursting with light as it sat like a glowing pendant in the sky. I had no time to appreciate its beauty as I dashed through the forest. Cursing the moonlight that illuminated the trees, as well as myself, I leaped fluidly over a stone. I could feel my pursuers gaining ground on me and the thought of being captured sent a thrill of fear through my bones. I pushed myself to run even faster. I went to jump over a fallen log covered in mushrooms when my boot slipped on some moss. With a curse, I rolled with agility and leaped to my feet before darting around a tree. I could hear the rolling thunder of the horses growing louder as the riders shouted at one another.

“I’ve assisted the museum in my city in identifying and preserving magical artifacts, testing them. Black Moon’s territory is mostly forest space and undeveloped. We have the most land though not a very large pack so it’s easier to test things safely away from people.” Lucy nodded. “That’s cool… Do you like it?” “I enjoy it,” I said. “Though I enjoy more what it can do for my pack.” She nodded. “That’s good.” I turned. “Do you mind if I join the tour?” Lucy shook her head and for the next half hour I walked alongside her. When we reached to the Moon Wars exhibit, I stopped in front of the spear of the Moon Wars. Its radiant presence commanded attention, casting a captivating glow that danced

And ahead, larger and brighter than it had any right to be, was the Moon. The "Limbic Server" wasn't just a metaphor. As they approached, they could see the lunar surface was flickering. The craters weren't just dust; they were filled with Data-Lakes of glowing blue light—the stolen identities of seven billion people. "We're here," Meilin whispered, her eyes reflecting the glowing lunar sea. "But someone's waiting for us." At the center of the Sea of Tranquility stood a structure that shouldn't exist: a Mirror of the Thorne Spire, built entirely of obsidian and ice.

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

was all I manage to say and drank from my cup. "She is beyond all compliments and adoration, Wajan. She is the creator, and we regard her as such." He leaned back on his wooden chair with his hands, residues of his meal still evident, still rested on the table top. His muscled flexed at that movement and I could not help but to gawk. I quickly widthraw my stares before he notice. "I thought so," I said. "You must meet Lamara, my sister by birth. She will teach you all you need to know regarding the moon and all her glory. She helped the healer to cure your wounds using her spiritual gift."

I relaxed and my wolf settled in contentment as we shared the quiet aftermath. I was lying across his chest, idly running my fingers over his muscles as I drifted on the fine edge of bliss and sleep. In the moonlight, I noticed something I'd never seen before. Three long scars, old and faded, started at the top of his left shoulder and slid down his arm until they faded into nothing. I ran my fingers over them lightly and felt him go still underneath me. They had to have been made by a wolf or a vampire, nothing else would leave a scar. "What happened?" I whispered.

Lena asked, flustered. “You. . .” he pointed tauntingly at her. “Worried about me?” His annoying laugh continued. “Of course I am, Jude. You're my mate,” she sneered. “And I'm yours too, whether you like it or not.” “Alright Lena, calm down. Because Selene directed me to you doesn't automatically mean I'm your damn mate.” Lena's eyes widened. “Yes. Yes, it does. That's literally what it means. That's exactly what happens when you're directed by the moon goddess to a female werewolf.”

He settled into a long vigil, determined to be there for Kaerlia every step of the way on her journey to recovery, no matter how long it took. ~~~ The Moon Palace was a breathtaking sight to behold. It stood upon the surface of the moon, gleaming with an ethereal luminescence that cast a gentle, silver-blue glow over the lunar landscape. The palace seemed to merge seamlessly with the moon's natural beauty as if it were a part of the celestial body itself.