Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Volume 1 Novels & Stories

She said as if she had not just lifted me up through the air and brought me down in a second. I gulped and tried to recall what I was going to say. “D…dark magic is unholy, it is impure and vile. So we need something holy to kill her and destroy this book.” “What is it?” One of the onlookers asked and I replied. “Us. All of us are created by the Moon Goddess. All of us awaken our wolves under the moonlight. Essentially, we all have traces of moonlight in our blood, in our very soul. So if we all try together, we could destroy the book.”

, Arthit finished the story. Arthit was so immersed in the story that he didn't pay attention to his sleepy beauty who was drooling in her sleep. He chuckled and wiped off the saliva drops from her mouth. It was his story. Story of his LIGHTED WORLD. He and his Silly Girl. Like the Sun always lighted up the moon to exist in the darkness. In the same way, in this story Moon lighted up the world of this Sun who was BEAST in character but a softy for his innocent BEAUTY.

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.

You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this. "Serbian and the others can't stop your love nor dim your light." After a quality time spent, I left my parent's house and drove off to my apartment in the city. Feeling relieved and reassured that all was well. *** MOONHUNT OF LYCANS "Friends, family, children of the moon," Serbian's voice boomed from the top of White Rock, his presence radiating power and authority. "We gather tonight, as we always do, to witness the moonhun of this month."

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

Nana who is just watching them from the back steps out "Please take care of this garden, and this rose" "but---" "Don't worry" she smiled "Lynx and Aeriol, can you make a replica of this?" "Jai!" they said in unison After molding a replica of the rose, they gave it to Nathaniel "As the strongest and most powerful, I want you to protect this replica. Make our enemy believe this is the real one." she paused as she reaches out his hand "You are the greatest warrior and as the Priestess of the moon. I bless you to be part of me as you are part of the sun. You will share my light---"

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.*

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.

The celestial heat pushed outward, burning away twisted trees and tearing through that sickly purple sky with straight-up rays of absolute divine light. The High Priestess shrieked, stumbling back, her ethereal body burning where the light touched her. “I am the First Moon,” I commanded, my voice rolling like thunder across the collapsing spirit realm. “I am the mother of predators. You do not hunt my pack. You do not touch my mind. And you never threaten my children.” I lifted my hand, building a massive, crackling spear out of concentrated starlight, and I drove it straight into her chest. The impact smashed her spirit into a million pieces of glowing purple glass.

I didn't notice until the light through the windows changed from gold to gray to silver. The moon rose. Full. Bright. Impossible to ignore. I looked up from the cot I was kneeling beside and saw it hanging there through the tall windows. Round and white and beautiful. My heart stopped. Full moon. Lucian. I pictured him in that cold, dark room in the east wing. Chaining himself. Fighting the beast that would try to take over tonight. His body twisting, bones cracking, the shift forcing its way out of him whether he wanted it or not. I wasn't there.