The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novel Wuxiaworld Novels & Stories

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

"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.

The celestial heat pushed outward, burning away twisted trees and tearing through that sickly purple sky with straight-up rays of absolute divine light. The High Priestess shrieked, stumbling back, her ethereal body burning where the light touched her. “I am the First Moon,” I commanded, my voice rolling like thunder across the collapsing spirit realm. “I am the mother of predators. You do not hunt my pack. You do not touch my mind. And you never threaten my children.” I lifted my hand, building a massive, crackling spear out of concentrated starlight, and I drove it straight into her chest. The impact smashed her spirit into a million pieces of glowing purple glass.

Break the light before it bleeds. The vision flashed — Derrick, standing in the ruins of his hall, blood dripping from his hand as he carved a rune into stone. His voice was raw, desperate. End her before she becomes the moon itself. The image vanished. Kimberly’s grip tightened around her blades. “She’s using the moon to anchor herself.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “Then we shatter her reflection.” He raised his hand — shadows roaring to life around him, forming a wall of darkness. Kimberly’s light surged, flooding the air with silver radiance. The two forces collided, merging into something fierce and divine.

SEBASTIAN’S POV I thought fleeing from BloodMoon pack would bring some sort of peace to my soul but that was a big lie. I had fled to Novela, craving a life of peace and solitude for the remaining days of my life, but somehow the Moon Goddess, Hecate, had other plans—this mysterious girl in front of me. I’d so wanted to mind my business when I saw her walk-in dripping water like she had just taken a swim and had forgotten to dry off before coming here, but I couldn’t, not with my wolf being restless, its claws scraping my soul, sensing something I couldn’t name.

The clearing had become a battlefield of light and shadow. The first of the moon-born champions descended with a roar that made the earth quake. Its form was a wolf, but not like any Serena had ever seen. Its fur glowed like liquid silver, each strand shimmering with a cruel, holy light. Its eyes burned white, twin stars carved into its skull. The other wolves followed, massive as titans, their paws leaving trails of starlight as they spread out in a crescent arc, caging Serena and her companions inside their killing ground.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of New Moon Academy. The castle-like estate loomed majestically, its turrets piercing the clouds, while ivy clung to the stone walls like a protective embrace. Charlie Hale stood at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today marked a new beginning, a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Even the most stubborn Crescent Moon elders bowed their heads—grudging, but real. Yet something prickled at my senses. Twice, I caught sight of a Crescent Moon warrior slipping away, eyes hooded with secrets. My wolf bristled, but the day was too full to chase shadows. By nightfall, the council had dispersed. I stepped onto the balcony, letting the cool wind kiss my face. The moon floated high, silver and serene, casting its glow over a kingdom reshaped by fire and blood. My reflection shimmered faintly on the glass door—white patterns tracing my skin like ghosted fur. Power hummed beneath my bones, a reminder of what I had become.