Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Volume 1 Novels & Stories

Break the light before it bleeds. The vision flashed — Derrick, standing in the ruins of his hall, blood dripping from his hand as he carved a rune into stone. His voice was raw, desperate. End her before she becomes the moon itself. The image vanished. Kimberly’s grip tightened around her blades. “She’s using the moon to anchor herself.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “Then we shatter her reflection.” He raised his hand — shadows roaring to life around him, forming a wall of darkness. Kimberly’s light surged, flooding the air with silver radiance. The two forces collided, merging into something fierce and divine.

one of the older ones began, “the full moon is in few nights. The pack is growing restless. You need to choose a Luna. A proper mate to strengthen the bloodline. You cannot keep delaying this.” Another elder leaned forward. “We have several strong candidates from allied packs. Pureblood females who understand our ways. You must fulfill your duty.” I gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. My mind was not on Luna candidates. It was on the small, innocent girl somewhere in this mansion whose body I had tasted only hours ago. The one I had promised I wouldn’t touch again. “I will handle it,” I said curtly. The elders exchanged glances but didn’t push further. They could sense my mood. Th

Ariel hurried towards where he was, and he was holding the book in his hands. “I have found it, Luna.” He was smiling brightly as he produced the book and handed it to her. Ariel held the book carefully as she walked over to a table nearby, and she placed the book on the table gently. Her life literally depended on it, and she wouldn’t allow any harm to come to it. A thin layer of dust covered the hard bind—a velvety brown color that had begun to fade, but none of that concerned her. ‘The Legend of the Moonlight Pack’ was boldly written on the cover, and Ariel opened the book, holding her breath unconsciously.

His hand came up and brushed a stray snowflake from my cheek. “They have excellent taste,” I said, leaning into his touch for a fleeting second. “They want me to tell the First Moon story.” His smile widened, and the pride in his eyes deepened. “Of course they do. You give the old tales new breath.” He glanced around the hollow, at all the bustling activity, then back at me. “Everything coming together?” “I think so. Martha and Elara are geniuses. The banner…” I trailed off, feeling a flicker of that nervousness return. “I chose the motif. A seed breaking open beneath the moon. Growth from darkness.”

The way he’d said goodbye without saying it. Pain surged through my chest, and the light responded. It hardened between my palms, forming an edge, a hilt, and a blade of pure lunar fire—the Moonlight Dagger. When I opened my eyes, it glowed like a piece of the moon itself—white-hot, shimmering, alive. Lyria exhaled in awe. “Selene… It’s beautiful.” Beautiful. Deadly. Mine. I tightened my grip around the hilt. The blade pulsed in response, syncing to the beat of my heart.

The Full Moon tonight looked brighter than I had ever seen before. Standing under the moonlight, I spread out my hands, receiving the warmth and rays that made me feel stronger. The Children of the Moon, people once said about werewolves. Ever since the Dark Ages happened, werewolves adjusted their lifestyles, including everything about transforming and not calling themselves 'Lycans' anymore. When I was enjoying the moonlight, a blood-curling scream was heard from the dark woods behind me. I was frozen for a second, realizing that it was my mother’s voice, screaming for help.

The transformation completed. We stood—stood?—no, that was not quite right. The avatar existed in a way that transcended simple physicality. It was enormous, a being of pure moonlight taking the shape of a wolf but made of silver fire and starlight. Its eyes blazed with the combined power of six Lunar Wolves. Its voice, when it spoke, resonated across dimensions: “WE ARE THE MOON’S ANSWER. WE ARE THE LIGHT THAT BREAKS THE DARKNESS. WE ARE INEVITABLE.”

A lunaris wolf's light is steady but small but among the pack it swells into something fierce, a shared aura that turns into both a shield and a weapon. The more unbroken bonds the higher the chances of defeating the Vorath.’ I paused and stared into space. Was this why I needed Killian? as far as I knew he was the only unbreakable bond I had. I narrowed my gaze back to the book. ‘Third was the moon herself. Under a full moon, the lunaris light burns at its peak.’ And since my race were descendants of the moon itself, we were powerful under it too. I was convinced I had gotten the basic knowledge I needed about almost everything.

I heard vague bits of their conversation but nothing stood out to me as crucial so I just stopped listening and asked her to show the way to the pups that had been so well hidden. "Alpha Illusian. Can you call out Arsenic and scout ahead for any remaining warriors?" I asked, watching Illusian nod and pull the shift and race off. ~ Lilian POV: I trembled as I looked up at the face of heavenly beauty above me. My pain faded a bit when I looked at him. It had to be a result of the past mate bond between us, because it definitely wasn't there anymore. Especially not with the absolutely blinding mate mark on his neck. It stood out on his pale skin like blood on snow.

Tears flowed from my eyes, not because of victory, but because of the bitter truth that what had returned was not for us, but had returned to its origin. Light footsteps slipped into the glow. Not footsteps, but a presence. From the swirling light, a silhouette emerged: a woman crowned with moonlight, her face unclear, but I recognized that gaze. The Moon Goddess revealed herself. Her aura was gentle yet firm, sweeping across the battlefield like a caress that was also a command.