Moonlight Sculptor Volume 18 Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 - Celestial Assassins Descend The full moon hung low over the jagged hills, bathing the world in cold silver light. High above, a shimmer cut through the stars—like a tear in the sky itself. Inside the craft, Zara gripped the controls, her glowing skin pulsing with faint blue veins. Her sister-warrior, Lira, sat beside her, sharp eyes fixed on the scanner. Their homeworld's cult-planet felt a lifetime away, but the rage burned fresh. Shrines desecrated. Kin violated. The priest would pay.

I instructed. “Yes, Sir.” Jayden nodded as he stretched out his arm and motioned for Gregory to proceed to the vehicle. As soon as they were gone, I turned toward Carter. “I can’t be sure, but I have a feeling that we might be dealing with the Lunar Eclipse pack.” “What makes you think that?” Carter’s brow pulled together, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Slow was sweeter. Kai was doing his drills: breath, body, boundary. Neat work. Almost boring. But boredom builds walls — and when the walls crack, they make better music. I let the scout leave tracks just shallow enough for Kai to find and smooth away. I wanted him to know I was close. Wanted him to imagine the next move. The moon would be full soon enough. He’d keep her close until then. He’d lend her his choices until she thought they were hers. And then I’d show her what freedom feels like.

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

She held my hand tight, ensuring I didn’t break away. I could feel it—something unusual and powerful was happening. I couldn't scream or shout, but I believed that whatever it was would bring me the peace of mind I truly deserved. The incantations lasted for an hour. My mother’s face was covered in sweat, as was mine. Blood dripped from her forehead down to her nose, but she didn't care. Finally, she opened her eyes, and they were a vivid green. Mine were green as well. “Today, Yvonne, I hand over the powers of the moon to you. As long as you wish, the moon will remain hidden. The day you bring forth your child into this world, only then will the moon surface again,” she said with determinat

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.

Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience. As the night deepened, the moon cast its silvery glow over the Blackmoon landscape. Luna, surrounded by the warmth of newfound friends, felt a sense of cosmic kinship that transcended the boundaries of realms. The Blackmoon enclave, once veiled in shadows, now stood as a testament to the transformative power of celestial intervention.

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.

MIA It has been a week since I've arrived at the Blood Moon Pack and it has been amazing. I've been waking up early to see the sun rise, go on a walk in the cold morning, eat breakfast, have a cup of tea while I make some healing salves, paint then check on the Luna. If I have spare time i would help the servants with their duties like cooking and washing. I don't like being lazy. If I have time, I want to use it. It makes me appreciate the times where I do get to relax. it makes it all the more enjoyable. But my favorite part of the day is when the clock strikes ten. The mimicking sky shifts from the dinning room to the rose room up at the very top and every night I follow it there where I