Novel & Cerita The Legendary Moonlight Sculptor Novel Wuxiaworld

Chapter 4 - Celestial Assassins Descend The full moon hung low over the jagged hills, bathing the world in cold silver light. High above, a shimmer cut through the stars—like a tear in the sky itself. Inside the craft, Zara gripped the controls, her glowing skin pulsing with faint blue veins. Her sister-warrior, Lira, sat beside her, sharp eyes fixed on the scanner. Their homeworld's cult-planet felt a lifetime away, but the rage burned fresh. Shrines desecrated. Kin violated. The priest would pay.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

"Divine Corpse, that place, and Ye Wuxin being preoccupied after returning from the rear mountain." Su Lianyue sank into contemplation and slowly leaned toward him. She said softly, "Young Master, don't you think the moon is beautiful tonight?" Her voice was as fine as drizzle. Xiao Chen clenched his fingers and said gloomily, "I'm being serious…" She clasped a hand over her mouth and giggled. "I think the moon is more important. Young Master, won't you come moon-watching with me? The flowers under the moonlight paint such a breathtaking scenery. The bright moon tonight is a rare sight, you know."

“Yes. Yes, it does. That's literally what it means. That's exactly what happens when you're directed by the moon goddess to a female werewolf.” “Well, you're not a werewolf, are you?” Jude yelled. “What?” Lena's eyebrows fell to her face and she felt the mist gather under her eyes. “You don't mean that, Jude.” “Yes, I very much do.” “I am a werewolf, I've always been one.”

The writing on it was in a language unknown to her, but as she touched the words, they began to glow and transform into a language she could understand. "These scrolls hold the secrets of the celestial balance," Camilla said, her voice filled with awe. "They speak of the ancient rituals that harness the power of the sun and moon, enabling the chosen ones to channel their energy." Lucius stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We were drawn to this place for a reason. We are the chosen ones, meant to restore the balance and protect our world from the encroaching darkness." Back in the crypt, Rey, Luna, and Asher eagerly awaited their return. They had been examining the content

Then the strangest thing happened, slowly the moon began to descend from the sky right before my eyes and as it did, it got small and smaller until finally, it came in through the open roof and went straight into the orb that was in the woman’s hand. The orb gave off a soft silvery glow at first before it exploded with a bright light that made me shield my eyes. The eye of the statue lit up too and then it spoke to me, “Javier, the first mate of the chosen one.” I still shielded my eyes until the light dimmed and I could see again, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?” “I am Lunar, the goddess of the moon and the mother of all werewolves, Lycans, and otherwise.”

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

Ty was abruptly stopped as the door swung open. Everyone’s eyes faced the doorway as Azura’s silhouette stood outlined by the moonlight. “No, my Alpha,” her voice trailed into the room so serenely. “It is I that stands before the room. I, your future Luna, will not stay quiet and kept any longer,” Azura says as she takes a few steps closer to her mate, placing a hand on his shoulder and gazes over the room, stopping briefly on the man who had dared to mention her name. “I know you are worried and you have reason to be. First the pack is threaten by an evil man, now we are subject to someone’s spiteful vengeance, but do not forget, that it is the Moon Goddess who has bestowed upon me her

She took a book from the bedside table, and I noticed it was the book that Cyrus had given when she had started working at the company. I didn't want to read it, but it was hard to refuse her request "Everything has its history, and so does the moon creature. The creatures of the moon are one of the strongest supernaturals born from Mene, and guided by Selene……" I kept on reading and stopped when I noticed her even breathing. "Good night Riley" I whispered, giving her a light kiss on her forehead, and suddenly I noticed someone in the room. I threw the book at him and he dodged it, smirking at me.

Silver mist swirled around them, images flickering in the air like ghosts of the past. A grand city beneath a silver moon. Towering spires carved from pale stone. People dressed in flowing garments, their eyes glowing like stars. Lillian’s chest tightened. She knew this place. Flames. The city burned. The people screamed. Shadows poured over the land, creatures of darkness tearing through the Moonborn like wolves among sheep. And at the center of it all— A woman, standing atop a shattered temple, silver light bursting from her hands as she fought against the darkness.