Moonlight Sculptor Class Novels & Stories

The rebuilt Howling Spire—now Ember Tower Academy—rose like a white flame against the twilight sky. Lanterns of crystal cast soft violet halos across the courtyard; laughter and chatter drifted from the classrooms below. Vera Moonlock stood on the academy’s upper balcony, leaning against the carved stone parapet, her silver-threaded gown glowing in the last light of dusk. Beside her, Lucien Thornehart flexed his armored gauntlet, watching the young initiates practice dreamcraft and sentinel drills on the tiles below.

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

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.

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

Lena had always hated full moons. Not in a dramatic, horror-movie way. Nothing that obvious. It was quieter than that. A restless hum under her skin. Nights where sleep never came easy and every sound outside her window felt personal, like the dark was aware of her. Tonight, the moon wasn’t silver. It was red. She stood barefoot on the back porch of her rental house at the edge of town, arms folded tight against the chill. The woods behind her stretched deep and black, the treetops glowing faintly under the strange crimson light.

“Also, to make the Moonlight technique work smoothly, the bond of trust must be deep, which mostly works around mates and rarely occurs among blood relatives or friends.” “So, that’s why he used it on you.” I noticed, making her nod, and kept reading again before I added. “I’ll master it for you since I don’t want you to lose control over that power.” “I know you would; that’s why I’m going to master them both. So, it will be easier for me to use without worrying.” She reasoned out where I saw the old Roxanne—the human doctor who had enormous focus and was a workaholic. “Speaking like a Luna.” With an amused tone, I teased her and sipped on my coffee.

Though I don't really mind the circumstance right now because if I would have known how it looks,then I can't enjoy this moment where he explains to me about the chapel. "This is one of the oldest monuments of this academy. There was no building when it was first formed and all the classes were taken inside the chapel." He says, his eyes focused on the raised platform where the sculpture of a woman stands with different sculpted hard shapes encircling her. Actually,they pretty much look like the different shapes taken from a circle. There is a half circle,full circle, three-quarter circle. Oh, now I get it. "The phases of the moon." He looks at me and smiles,as if reading my thoughts.

“Out of moves?” “One thing still bothers me.” Gage said with a slightly closed eyes. “And what’s it?” The woman questioned. He rolled his eyes to the bald man. “Earlier you rated us by how many ordinary beast beings one could beat like a kind of game or something, here I was expecting to hear where the henchmen and women of the bounty collector are rated.” Three moving colossus-stony sculpture having hundred arms and thousands sculptured eyes within a single face suddenly formed high in the sky blocking most of the silvery rays of the moon and the few twinkling stars above as it stood tall right behind Gage!

But the images were still fresh in his mind, haunting him like a ghost. In his nightmare, Ethan had seen Selena, his girlfriend, in the clutches of Xander, his rival at the werewolf pack. Xander, a monstrous werewolf, had claimed Selena as his mate forcefully, with no regard for her protests and pleas. Selena had screamed for Ethan's help, but he was powerless to stop Xander, who had thrown him away like a rag doll.