Moonlight Sculptor Novels & Stories

"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.

It was so detailed that I could see individual strands of fur in the pattern. And the scent was a whirlwind between, flowers, woodsmoke, pine, earth and some wild fragrance that was hard to put a name to. Tables lined the perimeter, each draped in fabric that matched the walls. At the center of each table sat a sculpture made entirely of ice portraying wolves mid-leap, and between howls, frozen in impossible detail. And above it all, projected somehow onto the ceiling, was the full moon. Not a painting, or a static image. It actually moved, shifting slowly across the artificial sky, and casting silvery light over everything below.

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

Our footsteps echoed like drums in the darkness. And at the far end, beneath a natural skylight filtering a beam of light through some crack in the surface, stood the altar. Damn the Moon Goddess. It was impressive. Not because of its size — which was modest compared to what I had expected. But because of its presence. A square platform of black stone, polished like a mirror, upon which stood a statue of the Moon Goddess about a meter tall. The Goddess was depicted with her hands raised upward, as if holding something invisible, her carved face so detailed it made you feel she was watching you.

"Jasmine, is there any chance you know Adrian Stoneclaw? I checked the council records, and it looks like he is involved with your master guild." Adrian Stoneclaw is the most renowned moonstone artisan in the entire Moonshadow Dominion, and truly the only sculptor I would ever trust with an ancestral commission. According to the pack heralds, he is a guest master at the Royal Academy where Jasmine studies. It seemed natural to assume their paths had crossed. Jasmine freezes, her silver fork hovering halfway to her mouth with a piece of smoked venison. The expression on her young face makes me instantly hold back a laugh. She looks utterly horrified by my question.

“That was why I told you about Ace. I wanted you to know that you weren't alone. No matter what.” I don't know why I was surprised that my story was getting popular but nonetheless, I still was. The Crescent Moon Pack wasn't the biggest Pack in the south and other Packs still existed. Defeating the Valley Vampires years ago was the only thing that placed us right on the map. “What is that sculpture that lets out ever flowing water, yet the water beneath it doesn't overflow.” I pointed at the illuminated pool of water beneath the sculpture that stayed constant. Grace laughed at my description, clearly it was not exactly as I saw it to be.

“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!

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Cruz and Avery found themselves drawn to a large, abstract sculpture that seemed to shift in shape as they walked around it, its shadows playing tricks on their eyes. They continued their leisurely exploration, the peacefulness of the garden offering the perfect setting for an intimate conversation. They talked about their dreams and aspirations, their voices barely above a whisper, blending harmoniously with the natural sounds around them. The moon, a sliver of silver in the darkening sky, watched over them as they shared their thoughts and feelings, each moment deepening their connection.

The moon, witness to countless transformations, waited patiently for Jette to unveil the artistry of control that lay within her heart. The moon, casting its silvery glow over the quiet landscape, signaled the arrival of another night—the canvas upon which Jette's newfound mastery would be unveiled. In the soft luminescence, Jette stood, a silhouette against the moonlit panorama, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond the ordinary.