The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novels & Stories

while standing to take a view at the nursery again, staring at the empty cribs which Fabian had built for them himself, l felt his hands were better made for battle than wood. My eyes moved to the mural. Luna, the moon goddess, holding two children, one with silver eyes, the other red. I didn’t paint it. No one in this house did.

The arena submerged into a deafening silence as soon as Lore announced his words boldly. These participating forces has all been skeptical about the invitation from the Moon view temple hinting about the reward as a treasured divine object, but now that they heard the actual reward, tumultuous waves could not help but to bring ruins into their hearts and mind. That is the moon crystal! The moon crystal that was said to be a treasure that could bring the dead back to life! It is the legendary crystal that was recorded in the ancient scrolls of their own ancestors as a crystal that was formed naturally from the essence of the moon, and it could only be found in a place with the highest concent

How could the Silver Crescent pack ever recover from all the damage that the Black Claws and the Shadow Werewolves did to my people? From the corner of the room, I saw the fake Moonlight Mirror. I was skeptical about whether the plan would ever work because the object looked so lifeless at that moment. Unlike the heaviness of the power that the Moonlight was emitting, the replica was dull and suspicious, which made me realize that Dominic and Killian’s plan was a lame one. “But we have to make it work somehow,” I said to myself as I traced the carved design on the replica of the Moonlight Mirror. “We have to. We have no choice.”

The moon hung overhead, full and bright, and I stared up at it with bitter resentment. The Moon Goddess. She had done this. She had bound me to this woman, had tied me to four of my own sons, had cursed me with a mate I couldn't want and couldn't escape. But I would not yield. I would not surrender. I was Luciano Bloodmoon, the most powerful lycan to have ever lived. I had survived for centuries without a mate, and I would survive for centuries more. No woman would bring me to my knees. Not even her. Not ever.

That is where Lucius comes into view. As he focused his view on the outside, the moon was serving his only light from the darkness around him. He stayed in the darkroom where he is as the light coming from the moon strikes his figure making the whole room a little bright. The silver rays of the moon makes him remember the tragic past that night on a snowy day - where he never expected that something will ever happen to the duke and his family as well as him. Just like Lucius - he was also like that when he saved the successor for the Killford family

He sat on the edge of the bed, and she curled into him, her head on his chest. "Kane," she whispered, "will you always be with me?" "Yes," he said. But he was looking out the window at the moon. He remembered another night. Another moon. He was nineteen years old, lying on the grass by the Moon Spring with Selene's head on his shoulder. She was playing with the moonstone around her neck—the one he had given her for her seventeenth birthday. "Moonstones are the moon's tears," she had said. "If I hold onto it, the moon will help you find me. No matter how far apart we are."

They were both beautifully made, intricate in detail and seemed to hum energy into Laylan's hand as she took them from Lucassius. “Wow! They are so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “You made these?” She was turning them over in her hands. Lucassius smiled, “Yes, to honor the Sun God, and Moon Goddess. I had hoped that you would like them.” “I love them!” Laylan exclaimed, nearly squealing. She threw her arms around Lucassius' neck and squeezed him tightly. He hesitantly hugged her back eventually. She pulled back, and he could see that there were tears in her eyes. “I love them,” she cried.

Running in heels isn't that difficult, I must say. I held a small box in my hand wrapped with some shiny paper and yellow ribbon on top, the birthday girl's favorite color. The only present that I could afford for her was this handmade pendant that was her name molded with metal wire, with a rose quartz shaped as a crescent Moon, fixed on the top of her name's last 'A'.

And unlike Moroi, I control more than one elemental power. My mother is Lycanthrope and my father is Moroi, an odd pairing considering most Moroi think us nothing more than dogs. While Moroi and Dhampir require a human amount of sleep, Lycanthrope need more, but I need less. I can function fully on four hours of sleep and rarely sleep more than seven. This is helpful. I spend my extra time training. I'm going to become a Guardian for my best friend, she's a royal Moroi: Lissa Dragomir.

The werewolf goddess replied to Lyla as she shone the light from above to show her what the artifact looked like. "A cursed Artifact? I thought this was all a dream. So this place actually exists?" Lyla asked, looking at the artifact which was now filled with dust. "Yes, it does. This artifact here is known as The Moon Stone, which grants immense power but also brings a terrible curse upon its wielder." The goddess replied. *****