Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Summary 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.

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.

“Show yourself.” Moonlight twisted, forming a hazy image of a woman with silver eyes and a calm, cruel smile. “You spared me once,” her mother said gently. “I hoped you would do so again.” Selene’s voice did not shake. “You murdered innocent souls.” “I freed them from weakness,” the woman replied. “Just as I freed you.” Killian stepped forward, and a low growl escaped his lips. “Leave.” The image flickered, but the smile remained. “Prepare yourself, Luna. The eclipse draws near, and the world will remember who the moon truly belongs to.”

Roberick and Cynthia, in the moon's gentle light, found comfort in knowing that their love story, like the moon's glow, would continue to inspire and guide all who heard their tale. The moon's light held the echoes of their enduring love, a reminder that love, when it endures, has the power to shape destinies and inspire generations. Roberick and Cynthia's love story, like the radiant moonlight, continued to illuminate the lives of all who heard it, reminding them of the enduring power of love and the beauty of a life lived in service to others.

Right there. That was where the bond had formed. For one blinding moment, when Olivia's wolf had awakened and the Moon Goddess had tied our souls together, I had felt it. A pull so strong it had nearly brought me to my knees. A connection that went deeper than blood, deeper than duty, deeper than anything I had ever known. And then I had severed it. I had looked into her eyes and said the words that would destroy her. "The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake." I squeezed my eyes shut.

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.*

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 smelled amazing, and I found it hard to concentrate on what he was teaching me. Knox soon returned with the other two statues, each a masterpiece in its own right. One showcased a wolf under a crescent moon, and the other a moon adorned with intricate vines. They were breathtaking. Ky pointed to the crescent moon, "This one is mine," he said, and then nodded to the other, "and Knox created this one." I couldn't hide my admiration. "They are perfect and totally not a waste of time. They're amazing. So, knowing you three, it was a competition. Who won?"

Could it really be that she had traveled back in time. “Moon snares have a cure. They are usually close by,” she said and turned to look at a lake nearby. There, she spotted lotus plants on the water. This lake was so still, she dared not enter the water. She stared at a lotus a bit, then jumped over quickly, grabbing it in one go, before landing on a rock. She stared at the cure for a while. The May lotus had gone extinct too when the Moon snares had. She could not believe she was holding one.