Light Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novels & Stories

I can't do anything but to pray that this is all just a dream. "I said, kneel!" He authoritatively commanded. I was so scared that I fell to my knees while my eyes were on the floor. "Look directly into my eyes," he said again. Again, I followed what he wanted. I was scared, but I mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes. His pair of eyes are chocolate color while his eyelashes are long and match his eyebrows which are quite thick. I was so shocked when he suddenly removed his belt and brief causing his masculinity to be revealed to me.

“This is Moon-Sere Herb. It's a traditional tonic to strengthen the female body for a pup. You look a bit pale, Nadia. Start taking this every day, and you'll get your strength back soon.” I stared at the herb. The irony was almost too much to bear. I was pale because I was already carrying Lucian's pup, and because our bond was fraying, I didn't have the Alpha energy to sustain it. But as a healer, I knew Moon-Sere was incredibly potent. It might actually help me stay upright without Lucian's help. “Thank you, Carlie,” I said softly, taking the herbs. “But I don't know what Lucian thinks about all this. After all, we're about to...”

*"You'll die here, and he'll follow." I gritted my teeth, driving a dagger into the deck. Golden magic surged, rippling across the wood like wildfire. The shadows recoiled, hissing. Rhydian staggered to my side, serpents dripping void-black venom. "They're not just attacking. They're *sculpting*." He was right. The fallen shadows congealed into a figure on the forecastle-a woman with the moon's craters for eyes and hair like liquid night. The Mother of Unmaking had been a puppet. *This* was the sculptor.

Break the light before it bleeds. The vision flashed — Derrick, standing in the ruins of his hall, blood dripping from his hand as he carved a rune into stone. His voice was raw, desperate. End her before she becomes the moon itself. The image vanished. Kimberly’s grip tightened around her blades. “She’s using the moon to anchor herself.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “Then we shatter her reflection.” He raised his hand — shadows roaring to life around him, forming a wall of darkness. Kimberly’s light surged, flooding the air with silver radiance. The two forces collided, merging into something fierce and divine.

Following suit, Balke beside him also took action. He held a fly-whisk in his hand and with a gentle sweep, he wielded three thousand divine lights that covered the sky, turning the space upside down. Libra suddenly leaned forward and smashed down his raised fist. Bright and dark energies transformed into vast suns and moons in the void, illuminating the entire celestial realm. Creatia, on the other hand, held the Earthshaker Maul. The small hammer emanated a purple-gold color, carrying a terrifying aura of destruction.

“It truly is. But we need to be cautious, Megan. We have no idea what kind of world this is or what awaits us here.” Suddenly, a presence materialized before us, and we turned to find an ethereal figure standing tall in front of the enchanting scenery. “Welcome, Megan and Khalid” she said welcoming us with what seemed like a beautiful smile. “My name is Lumina, the guardian of the Moon sword”, she began in a strange voice. “The moon sword is a very powerful sword that is older than life itself; the gods used it in the great battle, and it helped them win. It’s a very powerful weapon and cannot be allowed into the wrong hands, which is why you would have to prove yourself worthy to forge it”.

As the shadows drew closer, my heart raced, and I realized that this was just the beginning. With a heated silence following the Moon Goddess' departure, the campfire roared as we reunited. I sat near the fire, the cold fear writhing in my breast scarcely warmed by the warmth. With a quiet voice, as if the shadows themselves were listening, Liora started, "I've heard stories about the Lumina Core." "They claim that it was created by celestial beings—infused with light so pure that it could forever drive out darkness." Kael's brows were knitted as he leaned forward. "Liora, stories won't lead us to it. We require details.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

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