Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Light Novels & Stories

Amira's Point Of View I did not bother every drop of my sweat and blood that are falling down to my face. I want to escape. Even if I don't have a family to go home to, I don't care. Monster; that's the only word I can compare to the person where my boss sold me with. I fully thought that this monster would be the answer to my way out of poverty, but I was wrong. He has no heart! I'm trying to remove the handcuffs that are currently placed on both of my hands but no matter how much strength I use to remove my hands from the handcuff, I can't do it.

Her task was to ensure that its phases remained in balance, that its light was never entirely extinguished. They moved as one, their intentions aligned, their energies weaving together in a dance of creation. Selene extended her hands, and a soft, pearlescent light began to emanate from them, a gentle luminescence that pulsed with the rhythm of her heart. It was the captured essence of the moon, not its raw, untamed power, but its nurturing, guiding luminescence. This light flowed outwards, a shimmering river of silver, seeking out the fractured edges of reality, the gossamer tears in the Veil.

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.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

He had walked it a thousand times when he was young. He reached the Moon Spring. The water was clear and cold. The same rocks sat by the edge, worn smooth by years of use. The same stars reflected on the surface, bright and distant. He sat down on the grass. He lay back and looked up at the sky. He remembered a girl with dark hair and bright eyes. He remembered her laugh. Her hand in his. Her voice, soft and sure, saying, "Moonstones are the moon's tears. If I hold onto it, the moon will help you find me."

I yelled look up at her. “Since the destruction of Moon Light, I am all that’s left” my voice broke slightly on the last few words. The tears I was holding back spilled over and rolled down my cheeks. Hina looked down at me, her face contorting between anger and pity. The room was deathly silent with only the sounds of my harsh breathing filling the void. “So, you are from the line of Selene’s chosen daughters?” Hina asked, her voice still firm but a little softer now.

“That’s different; every contract of yours is worth millions of dollars. How can you compare this to her drawings? It’s not like she’s Moon.” Theo snorted in laughter. “What makes you think she isn’t?” Looking at Granny Lynch’s bewildered expression, Theo let out a chuckle. “I guess you didn’t know this, huh? Well, Luna is the legendary Moon herself. It’s an honor for Lynch Group to have her working here, but she’s not getting the respect she deserves.” Granny Lynch’s face lost its color. She glanced at Luna dazedly, then looked back at Joshua. “That’s...impossible!”

Everyone was in a rush but why? "What's going on?" I asked them. They stared at me with the look it's a mess out. "You didn't check the news did you?" Scott asked. I shake my head in denial. What was there to check anyways. I don't have time for news and all. "Look, " he said switching the news channel on the TV. " Breaking News: Kayden Moonlight from the Band name Moonlight is spotted at MC Hospital with a female patient, who seems to be in serious condition ."

I muttered to myself. Entering a crowded living room, I found it large enough to accommodate up to fifty people. It was a lively mixture of the Moonlight Pack and Boldclaw Pack, the only surviving packs in Latan City after the great war. Every full moon, there was a party that brought the two packs together. Though they had once been enemies after the great war, I had yet to discover why. But that was the least of my worries. I loved parties, but certainly not a wolf party.

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