The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novels & Stories

Dion said as he adjusted the new tie Lena had bought for him without even giving me a glance. "I know you're with pup right now, so I won't take her home. Otherwise, you'll have another meltdown again when you see her and use the pup as an excuse. It's good enough if I take her out and out of your sight." The Moonlight Forest was a sacred place blessed by the Moon Goddess. She would grant her blessings to those who were in love if they made a vow there. Legend had it that mates who made their pledge for each other during the Moonlight Festival would never be separated for life.

That's the kind of person I strive to be, and that's what keeps me fighting, clinging to this fragile thread of life with all that I am. In the encompassing darkness that envelopes my vision, the moon's celestial radiance pierces through, unveiling the divine presence that stands before me. It's as if the moon itself has taken form, radiant and ethereal, with fur that shimmers like stardust, and an aura of maternal warmth that envelops me. This is the Moon Goddess, the legendary figure woven into the tapestry of werewolf folklore. And here she stands, materialized before me, in all her majestic glory.

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.

Gunner cut in, “Yes, the Ethereal Plane. Turns out, I have been there hundreds of times. She has been watching over me all my life, taking care of me. She raised me Gunner. She took my memories so that I wouldn’t be hurt by not being with her, or something like that, but then she gave them back to me again” I spoke excitedly as I peered up at him. “You’ve lost me again” he mumbled and rubbed his eyes. “Selene, the Moon Goddess, she’s my mother. She has been with me all my life” I said slowly, watching his face twitch as my words seeped into his ears. He nodded his head slowly and I continued,

But I kept on going knowing that it wasn't far as the trail bordered the village. I thought about Ellwood's words. The wolf charmer was born of both magic and the moon. I was clearly born of magic, but I still didn't understand the part about being born by the moon. I hadn't thought to ask her about it at the time. Maybe she would know what it meant.

I laid a hand on his arm, squeezing gently in a silent plea for him to listen, just this once. Elder Degas cleared his throat, causing everyone to turn and look at him. “Long ago, when the five children of the Goddess Luna first walked this earth, they were each given a sacred artifact to guide and protect their respective packs,” he explained, hobbling over to the window. “For our Moonstone founder, Ares, it was a glowing stone formed from Luna’s celestial light—the very first moonstone.” Degas paused, tightening his grip around his cane as he peered out the window.

I also reviewed some of the pack's financial records, making sure everything was in order. As the morning wore on, I decided to take a walk in the pack's gardens. The fresh air and sunshine would do me some good, and I needed a break from the confines of the pack house. As I strolled through the gardens, I saw something I never noticed before. In the center of the clearing stood a large, ancient-looking tree. And carved into the trunk of the tree was a symbol I recognized — the symbol of the Lunar Curse. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stared at the symbol. The Lunar Curse was a legendary affliction that caused werewolves to lose control of their wolves during full moons. It was said

⸻ The Forgotten Truth “We were born under a cursed moon — twin daughters of enemies bound by prophecy. Our father, Cyril, was the Alpha of the Shining Pack. Our mother, Mia, a witch known across five realms for her power and pride. They hated each other. But the Moon Goddess forced them together — because only their union could create us. Hybrids. The ones the gods feared. The coven came for us. So did the pack. We were hunted by the very blood that made us. So we ran. To the mountain.” ⸻ Aya took a step closer. The sky above her darkened. “We grew up here. Strong. Bold.

At first I didn't mind, until they made mention of me. “Oh goodness I can smell her from here.” The woman spoke up, her voice haughty and rude. “Who, Elena?” the other woman in the green top asked. “That human, Kierra, the one that's apparently Crescent Moon's heir”. They kept talking about me and I kept listening but then Kierra mentioned my parents. “Well then my darling, your brother must have also told you about how Alpha Stone ripped out Luna Kronex's pretty little throat right in front of her husband”.

just as right now. Like the moon who only shows up at night, Blythe can also feel her freedom of going anywhere she likes and enjoying the world when the sun is not around anymore to burn her sensitive skin. It was as if only the moon could embrace her for who she really is. But if her memory serves her right, since the orphanage's tragedy up to the very misfortune she's experiencing right now, the moon has always been there to witness her distress. It was as if Luna had been keeping wrath from her and she was punishing Blythe at every chance possible.