Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Volume 1 Novels & Stories

The moon above — though it was day — began to glow. A soft, silvery mist spread across the battlefield. Every warrior — ally and enemy alike — paused, turning upward. The light grew stronger, purer, until it was almost blinding. Liora’s body began to lift from the ground, her wounds closing, her fur glowing brighter and brighter until she was radiant — untouchable. “The moon… she answers me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both awe and power. Theodore stumbled backward, shielding his eyes. “What… what are you?”

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

Close enough that closing the remaining distance would take barely a breath. Then the moon emerges from behind clouds above the ruined roof, and both of them look up instinctively as pale light floods the circular clearing. The moonlight turns gold the moment it touches them, shifting from its normal silver-white to deep burnished gold that seems to emanate from their bonded auras rather than from any natural source. The ruins glow with it, ancient stone absorbing the light and reflecting it back warmer and deeper than anything the moon should produce. The moment stretches impossibly long as Lucian almost kisses Lior instead of striking. The moon flares gold.

Strange artifacts sat in glass cases, emitting an aura of dormant power. "There are things in this library that haven’t seen the light in hundreds of years," Valarie said, her voice calm but laced with a kind of pride. "And here, Mauve Scarlet Paleframe, I will explain who you are—the rightful bearer of the Legendary Moon Wolf, one of the strongest wolves to ever exist." I took a step back, struggling to process her words. "You’re saying... my wolf is a Moon Wolf?" I asked, blinking. "I’ve never heard of that kind of wolf before."

Then the strangest thing happened, slowly the moon began to descend from the sky right before my eyes and as it did, it got small and smaller until finally, it came in through the open roof and went straight into the orb that was in the woman’s hand. The orb gave off a soft silvery glow at first before it exploded with a bright light that made me shield my eyes. The eye of the statue lit up too and then it spoke to me, “Javier, the first mate of the chosen one.” I still shielded my eyes until the light dimmed and I could see again, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?” “I am Lunar, the goddess of the moon and the mother of all werewolves, Lycans, and otherwise.”

Not that I really care, but I am slightly curious. “Selene, of course. The Moon Goddess has it all planned out” Lunaya answered instantly. My anger spiked at hearing the name, the name I had to hear over and over again as I was being tortured. The name of the mystic being responsible for my creation. The fucking Moon Goddess. I curled my lip back and snarled. “You’re fucking nuts, you know that right? I’m not part of this weird ass fantasy you have cooked up in that coo-coo mind of yours” I spat,

Money that had once been carefully budgeted was now flowing freely—just not for me. The auctioneer moved on to the next items. I waited tensely as several lots passed, my paddle untouched in my lap. My heart raced with each announcement, dreading the moment my chosen items would appear. Finally, the auctioneer announced, "Lot twenty-three: the Moonlight Heritage Embroidery, a masterpiece by renowned werewolf artisan Elias Moonweaver. We'll start the bidding at five hundred thousand dollars." My heart quickened. This was one of the pieces I'd marked for Grandmother Eleanor—an exquisite embroidery depicting ancient pack symbols within a moonlit forest scene.

The light starts to fade as the full moon starts to block the sun. “Make sure it’s done before the end of the eclipse. Then Selene can’t intervene.” Steff informs Mack and Sindy. She then turns to Aaron. “Cooper often watches you. He is proud of the man you have become. Thought you would like to know,” Steff tells Aaron. Then the light disappears. When it becomes light again. Mack and Sindy are standing by the territory gates. Jacob behind them. Me and Aaron rush up behind them and place a hand on each of their shoulders.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.