Light Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novels & Stories

"I do not know. The resistance in Moonstone had no magic users. But if your light magic is strong enough it might work." "Show us," Aldric said to Lyra. She raised her hand and light erupted from her palm. Not the warm yellow of fire but cold silver moonlight that filled the entire chamber. It was beautiful and terrible at the same time. Power radiated from her in waves that made the air pressure change. The advisors stepped back instinctively. Even the guards shifted nervously. "Extraordinary," an elder breathed. "The old texts spoke of light wielders but I never thought to see one in my lifetime."

Their moon-glass blades sliced through the air with a sound like whistling wind. Damon moved with a speed, his strikes trailing streaks of solar heat. He was a beacon in the dark, a Solar Alpha finally coming into his own. He caught one of the Silents by the throat, the heat of his grip melting the silver mask. But the cultist did not scream he simply dissolved into a puddle of silver liquid. Reformed. "They're made of moonlight, Damon!" Elara cried, her hands weaving a pattern in the air. "Physical strikes won't hold them! You have to disrupt the frequency!"

“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.

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.”

I was left scanning through a lifestyle magazine in this fancy lobby. Even the interiors have several crescent designs. The silver chandelier has a crescent moon at the end of each bulb. The curtains have moon prints. The couch is silver lined with blue strips. But the star of the lobby is the huge marble statue of three Goddesses. Curious, I walked towards it and read the label that stood before the statues. “Selene, the titan Greek Goddess of the moon.” I glanced up to the sixty feet statue. The Goddess had untied long hair and was holding a sword. A circular sapphire sits atop her crown. I suppose the blue jewel has been the eye of many art thieves.

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 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.

"Zoren, I wish for your safety. Go back now, please." "No!" Leonard ran up to them to hold on to the two, but a ball of light coming from the moonlight engulfed the two. Nobody was able to get into that shield made of light. Galen can't even get through it in his current state, what with the silver bullets? The hunters flocked towards the altar, just to be blinded by the powerful light. Their father, who couldn't do anything but scream and push other men to fight the two, finally decided to snatch a gun from his own soldier and make silver bullets run towards the ball.

“Why are you doing this ? What do you want from me ? ” Malachai's expression turned icy. "Your power. Your light. Without it, the moon cannot shine, and the shadows will reign supreme." As the words sank in, the artifact in Luna’s hands began to pulse with light, spilling its glow across the clearing. “What’s happening?” Alec asked, shielding his eyes. The woman turned to Luna, her voice urgent now. "It's your choice, Luna. Trust the relic. Trust the moon." Before Luna could say anything, the light erupted outward, blinding everyone in the clearing.

"They're trying to wheel a silver-bolted ballista onto the ridge. Diacina is three minutes out with the infantry, but we need to clear the upper ledge now." Lucian didn't answer with words. A low, vibrating growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pivoted, carving a wide, bloody arc through three more frontline infantrymen to clear a direct line of sight to the eastern cliff face. I didn't hesitate. I channeled the dormant Moonveil energy surging through my veins, pulling the ambient cold of the winter air inward before releasing it in a concentrated, directional wave. A blinding streak of crystalline silver light rocketed upward from my palms, striking the winch mechanism of the enemy's ballis