Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Volume 1 소설 & 이야기

“That’s the oldest of them all The Chronicle of the Silver Howl. No one has opened it in a long time.” The cover felt warm in Aria’s hands. She glanced at the others before slowly pulling it open. A swirl of silver dust rose from its pages, and the faint whisper of an ancient chant filled the air. The words written inside glowed softly under her touch. As the pages turned on their own, an illustration emerged of an image of a wolf with eyes that mirrored the moon itself. Beneath it, a name glimmered: Lunara, the First Daughter of the Moon. Aria’s breath caught. “That’s the name Selene mentioned.”

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.

“Let’s keep moving.” They kept moving, drawn toward a soft glow up ahead. The marks on Liora’s wrist guided her, avoiding thorns and sudden holes. With every step, she felt a little less afraid and a little more determined. They came into another clearing, this one covered in glowing blue moonflowers. In the middle stood a stone statue of a woman in armour, one hand reaching toward the sky. Kael approached cautiously. “Is this… her?” Liora wiped snow from the base of the statue and found a name carved into it: Lyana, the First Moonbound. The journal vibrated in her hand, like it knew that name.

I’d said something childish like, “They’ll think I’m weak.” And Helena had replied, “Let them. It’s a better weapon than claws.” I took the note I’d just finished and folded it carefully. Then, I held it over the flame of the desk lamp. It caught quickly, curling inward like a dying leaf, edges glowing orange before blackening into nothing. Ash drifted down into the silver tray beneath. And now it lived only in my memory. That was the Moonbane way. We didn’t gather evidence. We became it. For the next three days, I watched.

of the lodge glowing with the warm light of a fire within, their glass panes fogged with condensation, reflecting the golden sunlight in soft, diffused halos. A clearing surrounded the packhouse, the ground a mix of packed earth and patches of wild grass, dotted with moonflower blooms, their petals shimmering silver in the sunlight, a small firepit at the center, its stones blackened from years of use, the embers within glowing faintly, the air above it shimmering with heat, a pile of chopped cedar logs stacked nearby, their scent sharp and grounding. A wooden archway stood at the clearing’s edge, carved with crescent moon runes, their surfaces glowing faintly with residual silver magic, a

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.

With a fleeting glance, I could discern that each painted glass window portrayed a chapter from the ancestral story of the werewolves and their profound connection with the Moon Goddess. At the heart of the hall, a magnificent sculpture of the Moon Goddess stood tall, positioned just beneath the circular dome that crowned the room. Soft moonlight shone through the translucent dome, casting an ethereal glow upon the sacred features of the moon goddess. Her face exuded serenity, with closed eyes that radiated an aura of tranquility. Standing faithfully at her feet was a majestic sculpture of a wolf, its towering form commanding reverence, its golden eyes gleaming with an air of regality, as it

“I know she was more powerful at night, but she was no weakling during the day either.” I took turns listening to each of my mates, learning the constraints of their powers. Moonlight was similar to any other light and could be manipulated at will. I practiced with Draco, calling the shadows and bending them, twisting them into hiding us from view. I wielded light with Azrael, blending us into our surroundings for seconds at a time. Even Lina had stopped her complaining to watch and throw out tips. I tried crafting things with the light and dark just as Lunette had. That mirror I’d stared into, seeing Lina’s birthday party in it’s reflection, had been created by Lunette.

I asked her, she swallowed while looking at Moon. "This is bad, Moon can order our comrades to kill us." she said so I swallowed and looked at Moon. "The old memory they put on her needs to be broken." I said so she looked at me. "I'll look for it." I said so she nodded, we looked at Moon who was smiling. "Ready." We were stunned when the Moonlight students behind them stood up. "Start." It was Moon's command that started the fight between Moonlight and Leviticus. ~~

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.