Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Game Novels & Stories

She needed to be kept under control, if she shifted into that wolf then it would be even more difficult to keep my secret. All this because of her pathetic excuse of a mother. If she had not given birth then I would not have wasted so much of my time and energy on keeping quiet. The moon goddess had blessed me with my son, I did not need a daughter out of wedlock. Especially with someone who was just the pack hoare. The day she died was certainly a good day for me. My beautiful Luna would never know about my affair with the hoare. Elora was a mistake but I did not believe in killing pups in my pack. Of course being known as an unmated hoare, nobody questioned who her father was because nobod

Titan came to me and rested his snout against mine while I felt Celeste’s hand smoothing over my fur, and Amethyst followed and scooted her head on my neck. I had no idea how long we’d remained in this position, but my heart was overwhelmed with happiness. My whole family was with me in our wolf forms, and the full moon was our witness. The only thing I was missing was Mom and Dad, but I knew they were watching over us from the moon. 'Can we run with them?' I asked Lucas. 'Yes, we’ll head into Moon Stone territory. We’ll stay the night there.' 'Oh! Lucas!' I couldn’t explain the happiness within me.

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

Even though it was late at night, she had no worries for her cousin because werewolves were known to roam at such times, especially when the moon was full. She was about to return to sleep when she noticed a shiny object on the table, resting on a cushion. It was her crown. She sighed as she pondered the responsibilities that will befall her as the new queen of their tribe starting tomorrow. (Flashback) Werewolves were cheerfully celebrating the Queen's 108th birthday in the large yard of her home in the heart of the woodland of Montgomery. Aside from the moonlight, lanterns hung from trees, poles, and banners provided additional illumination to the dark surroundings.

"The Moon Goddess must be playing a trick on us! She can't bind us all." "What do you mean she can't bind us all?" Simon asks. "Owen?" He doesn't answer and glares at Sam, whom I see swallowing. "Raptor?" He asks, looking at Owen. We all look at each other without understanding. "I think we've been playing League of Legends together for years. Don't you recognize my voice?" Asks Sam. "Of course I do! After all this time I'd know it anywhere. But you're not my mate."

Rain POV *After MLA GAME. Moonlight headquarter in Arena. We were all silent as we bowed, only Fly and Dark's cries could be heard while the corpses of Hydro and Zero were placed in front of us. I lowered my palm as I looked at Zero's corpse. For the first time, Moonlight lost to the MLA. Castro won. I lowered my palm, I just didn't care if I killed Zero if in the end we also lost.

The moon hung overhead, full and bright, and I stared up at it with bitter resentment. The Moon Goddess. She had done this. She had bound me to this woman, had tied me to four of my own sons, had cursed me with a mate I couldn't want and couldn't escape. But I would not yield. I would not surrender. I was Luciano Bloodmoon, the most powerful lycan to have ever lived. I had survived for centuries without a mate, and I would survive for centuries more. No woman would bring me to my knees. Not even her.

They were the very thug leaders she’d paid to spread the rumors. “I-I don’t know who they are. Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in Silver Moon City?” Lila stumbled back two steps, clinging to the last of her composure. “You don’t know them?” Eira finally spoke. She dropped her wicker basket to the ground, pulling a pinch of fine silver powder from her pocket—ground moon crystal, a pure vessel for her moonlight magic. “No matter. I’ll help you remember.” Eira tossed the powder into the air. The newly awakened primal moonlight power within her wolf core surged out through her fingertips, weaving itself into the fine silver dust. In midair, the particles spread and rearranged themselves,

Near the bottom of the carving, an extra symbol had been scratched into the stone. A small, dark circle. Not silver like the others. Black. Astraen’s expression tightened. “That symbol…” Lyra looked up at the sky again. The strange moon still hovered above them. “What does it mean?” she asked. Astraen answered slowly. “There are old legends about a moon that was erased from the heavens.” Cael blinked. “You can erase a moon?” “Not easily,” Astraen said. Lyra felt her chest tighten. “Why would anyone do that?”

"I'll try. But I can't promise I won't worry. Can't promise I won't try to talk you out of dangerous decisions." "I wouldn't expect anything less." I took his hand, placing it on my still-flat abdomen. "We're in this together. All three of us. But that means trusting each other. Supporting each other. Not controlling each other." He covered my hand with his, his touch gentle. "Together," he agreed. Two Weeks Later The scouts returned with news: the Moonblade was real, and they'd located it in the ruins of an ancient temple deep in neutral territory. Damon assembled his team: himself, three experienced warriors, a healer, and over Killian's protests me.