Light Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novels & Stories

Tillamuk pointed out. I nodded at him. Xlythenteum more than any of us knows what those two packs are capable of. He came to us after his clan was wiped out. His father tried to kidnap the previous Luna of the Blue Lunar Eclipse Pack. Xlythenteum’s mother was not his father’s fated mate and for some reason he had developed an obsession with the Luna. Xlythenteum is half vampire and half wolf. His mother was the daughter of an alpha that his father kidnapped years before. She happened to be someone else's fated mate, but he had become obsessed with her. Xlythenteum had been away when the pack attacked his clan. His father was the first one killed which was not unexpected. The only other to su

Her skin shimmered, turning pale gold beneath the silver moonlight. Cloth, silk, and starlight wrapped around her like a lover’s touch. Armor of dusk formed at her chest—obsidian lined with radiant moonsteel, a sharp-edged design that spoke of elegance and war. Vines of glowing script coiled around her arms and legs, ancient markings older than language. And atop her head, forming from air and ash, appeared a crown of dusklight—jagged and brilliant, as if forged in the heart of a dying star. Ava opened her eyes.

And then… the shadows moved. From behind the altar, a figure emerged. Not Layla. Not a rogue. But something else entirely. He looked like a man carved from ash and smoke. Tall, lean, eyes like hollow moons. He bore no scars, yet his presence screamed of pain. He smiled — a hollow, too-wide grin. “You’ve brought it,” he said, voice layered with echo. “The key.” Kate’s breath caught. “The obsidian?” “The Heart of the Moon,” he whispered. “Left behind when your kind fled these halls. It binds fate. And blood.”

Oliver squinted his eyes in disbelief. "What is a werewolf doing among the humans?" He asked. His head snapped up as the air was suddenly filled with a loud roar. "I need to go," he said. "I would have loved to drag you with me my dear mate, but that would be no fun." As he turned to leave, I noticte an ornament around on of his arm. A beautiful clear crystal bracelet surrounding one arm and carrying the symbol of the White crescent wolf pack. My heart dropped to my stomach.

Warriors who had faced death without flinching now wept freely, their voices cracking in prayer. The Moonborn stepped forward. Her voice rang clear, carrying the steadiness of youth shaped by fire. “She was a healer. She was a warrior. She was Luna, mother, and friend. She gave us more than magic—she gave us each other. This statue is not only for her. It is for us. A promise that we will care for the wounded, guide the lost, and build a world worthy of the gift she gave.” She knelt, touching the carved plaque at its base, her fingers tracing the words cut into stone:

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

And unlike Moroi, I control more than one elemental power. My mother is Lycanthrope and my father is Moroi, an odd pairing considering most Moroi think us nothing more than dogs. While Moroi and Dhampir require a human amount of sleep, Lycanthrope need more, but I need less. I can function fully on four hours of sleep and rarely sleep more than seven. This is helpful. I spend my extra time training. I'm going to become a Guardian for my best friend, she's a royal Moroi: Lissa Dragomir.

Downtown Crescent City twinkled with white fairy lights beneath the inky black sky. Representations of the Moon Goddess, painted by local artists, hung from every building, illuminated by golden spotlights. At the center of it all, a glowing prop full moon raised high above the city’s largest water feature, the aquamarine lights playing teasingly with the crystal-clear water below.

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

The Dragon Spirit Sword paused for a moment, and then continued, "The Moonlight Heart is not a treasure of the Ethereal Land. It was brought here by a powerful figure in the times of Ancient Draconic era." "This thing contains the essence of tens of thousands of moons. It can also be used by the moonlight outside of the planet to refine one's soul and use all sorts of magical techniques and divine abilities. It can be said to be incredibly wonderful!" "It can be said that controlling the Moonlight Heart is equivalent to holding the power of tens of thousands of moons!" "This shows how powerful it is!" "However, your Moonlight Heart may have been badly damaged after too many battles!" "Otherw