Moonlight Sculptor Volume 18 Novels & Stories

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.

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.

Carved only to respond to Moonborne blood. I pressed my palm to the wall. A door opened with a whisper of stars. Inside, there were scrolls written in celestial script and a single orb resting on a pedestal. As I approached, it flared to life. And the final vision took me. I stood not in the past… …but the future. The world was burning. Wolves turned on each other. The sky split open. The moon bled. And in the center of it all was me. But not as I was now.

"We aren't gods. We’re barely survivors. Where are the twins?" "Safe," Marcus said, not looking up. "But the world... Master Victor, look up. Look at what you have given us." Victor followed the man's trembling finger. It was midday. The sun was a bright, harsh disc in the center of the sky. But right beside it, massive and shimmering with a cold, crystalline light, sat the moon. It was a perfect, brilliant circle. No crescent. No shadow. A permanent, bloated full moon that refused to fade even in the face of the sun.

"And let us not forget the artifact itself. It holds immense power, but we must approach it with caution. We must respect its potential and use it wisely. Our intentions must be pure, focused on bringing about positive change." As the radiant sun gradually descended beneath the distant horizon, its golden light relinquished its hold on the world, making way for the moon to embark on its celestial journey. The lunar orb, with its soft luminescence, began its ascent, casting an enchanting glow over the sprawling landscape. The transformation from day to night was a mesmerizing spectacle, painting the surroundings with an ethereal ambiance that stirred the depths of Scarlett's being.

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“I know she was more powerful at night, but she was no weakling during the day either.” I took turns listening to each of my mates, learning the constraints of their powers. Moonlight was similar to any other light and could be manipulated at will. I practiced with Draco, calling the shadows and bending them, twisting them into hiding us from view. I wielded light with Azrael, blending us into our surroundings for seconds at a time. Even Lina had stopped her complaining to watch and throw out tips. I tried crafting things with the light and dark just as Lunette had. That mirror I’d stared into, seeing Lina’s birthday party in it’s reflection, had been created by Lunette.

“Moon Fire is an extremely rare ability that has not been seen in many generations. It is when a being, such as you or your wolf, draws energy from moonlight. It creates a reservoir of power that can be expelled in the form of light. It is how you defeated the Zeltenea. Now that makes so much sense.” Caiathus used his magic to project a large hologram for us to see. It played out like a movie. A young man stood underneath a full moon, and you could see as his body drew the moonlight into his body. From there, he expelled it at a demonic looking creature. The light destroyed it exactly like I did with the Zeltenea.

They were standing inside me. The silver thread that had snapped in the library didn't just reform: it multiplied. Thousands of threads erupted from my chest, lashing out through the liquid glass, searching for the pack. I felt Lumi. I felt Mama Sira. I felt the dying warriors at Silver Ridge. But as the threads connected, I felt the final, terrifying price of the true Architect. To restore the Moon, I didn't have to die. I had to become the Moon. And Kael was looking at me with eyes that were already beginning to forget who I was.

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”