Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Volume 1 Novels & Stories

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

I had no doubt he'd defeat them and so I nodded. "Looks like it's you and me, battling to see which one is worthier of the power of the moon goddess," Scarlett said as she neared me. I shrugged and said, "I honestly have nothing to prove. I was literally an alpha before a Goddess, and you were nothing but a scorned little puppy playing revenge. But, if you insist, I'd like to get rid of all this power in me before I explode." I said. It was then that silverish flame-like emissions appeared to be emitting from the skin of my arms. This had to be moonlight. It was absolutely lethal to werewolves. I pulled my arms back, and then thrust them forward sending moonlight straight towards Scarlett. S

In a second, a white beam of moonlight shot at the intruders. Ryan waved his hand and made a disk out of black sand, Libia then heated the sand up turning it into glass. When the beam then hit the glass, the light beam reflected at the Ape. The light beam reentered the Ape's body, not doing any damage. This was unusual, Moon Apes were usually gentle creatures and purification magic could never be used to attack anyone. This Moon Ape was an anomaly. The team looked at each other and nodded. They knew someone who loves anomalies. "We need to capture it, it's worth more alive than dead," Lisa said with excitement hidden in her voice. A smile blossomed on her face as she thought about how excite

One day, it would burn everything. *** At eighteen, Kaelan was summoned to a sealed chamber at the heart of Nightbane’s stronghold. The corridor leading to it was long, guarded by armed soldiers. The black stone walls were covered with ancient carvings glowing faintly whenever the moon reached its peak. Kaelan stepped inside. The air was thick, laced with sulfur and aged incense. At the center of the chamber stood a massive canvas, taller than any man. The Moon Painting. It wasn’t just art. Silver light pulsed from its surface, like breath. The paint shimmered, alive. A wolf with golden eyes stared outward, piercing through anyone who dared stand before it. Kaelan felt as if his entire soul

Nathan shoved off the fence, storming away before he did something stupid—like punch his packmate for implying Rita was anything less than perfect. His phone buzzed. His father’s name flashed on the screen. "I’ll be in New York this weekend," his dad said without preamble. "We need to talk." Nathan’s stomach dropped. He knew. Rita The hidden wing of the library was quieter than usual, the air thick with the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Rita traced the spine of the book Derek had handed her—Lunar Channeling: A Witch’s Guide to Moon Magic. "This is incredible," she murmured, flipping to a page detailing how to store lunar energy in physical vessels. "Gogo never taught me this."

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.

“Moon Fire is an extremely rare ability that has not been seen in many generations. It is when a being, such as you or your wolf, draws energy from moonlight. It creates a reservoir of power that can be expelled in the form of light. It is how you defeated the Zeltenea. Now that makes so much sense.” Caiathus used his magic to project a large hologram for us to see. It played out like a movie. A young man stood underneath a full moon, and you could see as his body drew the moonlight into his body. From there, he expelled it at a demonic looking creature. The light destroyed it exactly like I did with the Zeltenea.

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

Hopeless. I close my eyes and focus on my essence of light. I push at it hard, separating as much of it as I can from my soul. I use my mental strength to push and gather it into my palm. As I open my eyes, I smile. My palm is as bright as my moon form. I drag a massive bowl towards me before picking up a knife. Beasts of fur and two legs, you will be. Beasts of the night and howlers to the Moon, you will be

As usual, Jason and Steve arrived in the meantime, and I'm sure I won't be enjoying my breakfast this morning. So let me introduce myself now rather than worrying about how my food will be shortened. Joshua Anderson, a werewolf and dragon mix, is my name. I am the sole offspring of the late Peter Anderson, the dragon king of legendary realms where I currently reside. He is regarded as the most formidable dragon king across all realms, along with Rose Anderson, the moonlight ray pack's Alpha. Before they passed away, I didn't actually get to spend much time with them. I am completely aware of the immense burden that awaits me after they leave, and I have to be prepared to shoulder it all no m