Moonlight Sculptor Class Novels & Stories

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

Moon kept his eyes on this girl all this time. "Lucas, I, and Doll will go to our respective classes to study." Moon tapped on Lucas' left shoulder. He smiled and started walking away. "Do you choose one of yours?" Doll stopped him and faced Lucas. Lucas just pouted as a response. What classes should they take? They didn't speak a word after they left the bus. Lucas has no clue but has a good grasp about what class Moon will pick. If he remembered it right, Mister Vacio decided to let Moon study for free at Aspho High because of the skill he saw his cousin possessed. Mister Vacio knew it was quite one of the rarest power in the city but Moon didn't have the guts to use it.

A high-frequency drone, like the sound of a thousand glass bells shattering, filled the room. The Lunar High Council hadn't waited for the sunrise. From the sky over the Silver Peaks, a massive, silver-white beam of moonlight descended, incinerating the watchtowers and turning the snow to steam. In the center of the beam, three figures in white-bone armor began to descend. The Inquisitors of the High Moon. Lyra’s eyes turned a solid, glowing sapphire. She grabbed Silas’s hand, the "Mate Spark" flaring with a violent, world-ending intensity.

And I couldn’t stop staring, drinking in the sight of that sculpture of masculine beauty and power. If one didn’t know, they’d think that he is the Blood Moon Alpha. The worst is: even with all those clothes, all I could think of was that hot, sinewy bod underneath. The Moon Goddess had struck again. Here I am giving my warmest welcome hug to my future step-aunt while lusting over her mate. I’m in hell.

Right now, I work as a Janitress in a company so that I can earn money and buy all our daily expenses. "Mom, I'm done!" Nala said while smiling after brushing her teeth. I took Nala's bag then we left the house together. When we got to her school, I immediately let her run to Eryl. Eryl is Nala's teacher, she's my trustworthy friend. When I have work, I just pick her up at Eryl's house after my duty. "Take care, baby, okay? Mom's just going to work for a while, is that okay Naomi Latasha?" I asked her.

"Wait, we have to change during the full moon, but how can I change during the day? The moon wasn't out the other day, but I had no problem snarling at Agent Stanton." Derek grinned, "The moon doesn't have to be out for you to change. It's still there in the sky, you just can't see it during the day." That made sense, sort of. "Anything else?" "Yes. One more thing. We can't have children. Werewolves are sterile." That was surprising. "Why?"

Dressed and composed, I make my way to college, struggling to push away the confusion that still clouds my mind. Soon though, my portfolio class comes around, and I realize I haven't even looked at my photos from last night. As other students flick through portraits and landscapes, I plug my memory card into my laptop and await the results. A huge smile crosses my face as I inspect my photos. The moon shots turned out great, capturing the ethereal beauty of the night. The orb is perfectly focused, almost full but for a slight sliver of shadow on its left edge. I'm momentarily distracted from my musings about Elias as plans for Incomplete take shape in my mind.

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.”

She brought her knees up to her chest, she turned her head to the side, staring out the window, saw the moonlight shimmering through her window. She slowly got out of bed and sauntered towards the window, letting it open. She glimmered as the fragile cinch of nature nuzzled her rinsed cheeks and whacked through her hair. Her gaze went up, staring up at the lustrously flickering moon, full and round, hidden with enigmas lurking behind it, detecting so much havoc here on earth yet still glazed brightly without a care in the world. Skylar did not wish to be like the moon. She darted her gaze, her eyes staring at the houses, through the forest where she could hear the sounds of brakes and the so

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.