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.

Not that I really care, but I am slightly curious. “Selene, of course. The Moon Goddess has it all planned out” Lunaya answered instantly. My anger spiked at hearing the name, the name I had to hear over and over again as I was being tortured. The name of the mystic being responsible for my creation. The fucking Moon Goddess. I curled my lip back and snarled. “You’re fucking nuts, you know that right? I’m not part of this weird ass fantasy you have cooked up in that coo-coo mind of yours” I spat,

An Archmage that couldn't use MANA couldn't be a match for the sacred knight Elish. Strangely the dragon with beautiful emerald scales looking at everything from far and didn't do anything, although it had a worrying gaze. Elish wasn't optimistic about won from Ariet's dragon, but his beast could gain some time to kill Ariet. However, the green dragon stood still like a statue looking at the battle between the two men. (>>>) Hello readers! How is everyone today? I hope everyone is alright. So I'm Take_the_Moon over from Qidian W******l, I'll be transferring one of the novels from there to here. Thanks to the old readers and the new readers, I sincerely hope you like the storyline and have fu

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.

The time had come to face it and accept it. I stood in Kingston’s vast library, the ancient tome open before me on the heavy wooden table, the golden moon emblem on the page glowing faintly. My fingers trembled as I read the words aloud again, as if saying them too many times would make them more believable: “The Moon’s Daughter shall rise with the moon’s divine light in her blood to bring unity in her name. Only beside her true mate shall the veil lift, and the scattered packs of humans, hybrids, and wolves shall stand as one beneath her light and the great Moon.”

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.