Romans & histoires The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Discontinued

"MegaNoel doesn't delete high-value assets; they just 'Version-Control' them. They keep them here in case they want to 'Remake' the series in ten years." I ran down the central aisle, my eyes scanning the labels on the pods. * **[ASSET: VAMPIRE_COUNCIL_04] - STATUS: ARCHIVED** * **[ASSET: ZOMBIE_OUTBREAK_BETA] - STATUS: DEPRECATED** * **[ASSET: SILVER_MOON_PACK_FINAL] - STATUS: LIQUIDATION_PENDING** "There!" I screamed, slamming my palms against the glass of the Silver Moon pod.

The MoonLight Pack is not only one of the biggest Pack's in the land, but also one of the oldest. How old, no one really knows anymore, only that we have two temples that a line with the moon rising on the summer and winter solstice. These temples have been closed for centuries and no one is allowed in. Because of this, rumors started spreading around the pack about what might be inside, how they where built and so on. Of course, a good portion were scary and had no historical facts to them.

“What kind of proposal?” “There is a research project. Moonlight has been running it for two years and it has produced absolutely nothing. The project is destined for failure honestly, there’s no results, zero partners, complete loss. Lilith stood in front of the elders this morning and told them that before your inheritance can be fully confirmed you need to revitalize the project on your own merits.” He paused. “Without using any of Moonlight’s existing resources, machines or help.” I said nothing for a moment. “And the elders agreed to this,” I said.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

he asked. "It was my mother's." "Yes," he said. "It was." The certainty in those two words hit me like a stone. I pressed my hand flat against my sternum, over the pendant. "You recognize it." "The crest." He leaned forward slightly. "A black moon split by silver fire. It belonged to a Luna bloodline. The Moongale line." He said it carefully. "They were wiped out eighteen years ago. Or so everyone was told." I stared at him.

Xavier zoomed in on the scrolling text displaying the final part of the Wolfsbane statement. "Consider this a warning. The production and testing of that so-called Moonlight Phoenix will remain ended. Werewolves are meant to die. Let us see how well the States function without their primary pharmaceutical provider." The smugness in the voice was impossible to miss. Then, the connection cut out. The holographic screen flickered and faded, leaving us in the eerie silence of the devastated grounds.

"Oh my Goddess! Do you have any idea how thrilled the director of Crescent Gallery was when he received the confirmation? He nearly lost his mind! "He gave orders to his team overnight. Next month, they'll completely clear out the gallery's grand exhibition hall so it's exclusively reserved for your work!" Leaning against the window, I watched the sky gradually darken. "There's one more thing." "Yes?" "Danika Lightwish from Noirwood Enterprise is in charge of securing the license for 'Moonfall on Leviathan.' Has she been reaching out to you for partnership talks?" "Yes. Her offers get higher with every email," Randall replied. "Shall I just turn her down?"

“The Lunar Line.” “Yes. A line that was believed extinct for ten generations. Our power was considered too volatile, too absolute. We were feared, hunted, and eventually phased out until only legend remained. But the power — the gift of the Moon’s immediate favor — it survived in my line. And that power comes with specific, sacred responsibilities.”

Unfortunately, because Moon had officially retired, all her jewelry pieces had been marked up to exorbitant prices. It was almost impossible to get her hands on any of them since they were so expensive. Theo claimed that the woman standing in front of her was Moon herself. Naturally, Granny Lynch could not believe that. “Why is it impossible?” The corner of Theo’s lips turned up into a smirk. “Why would a famous artist such as myself be friends with her if I didn’t know she was Moon?”