Novel & Cerita All The Glimmering Stars: A Novel

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve always been proud of you. “And don’t hate me, Luna. I wasn’t there for much of your life, but I hope you’ll become brave and responsible…” My smile faded. Then came Luna’s wailing cries, crashing through the silence like shattered glass. And I heard so many voices from that mountain, from the countless lights across the land. They were proof that I had been here, that I had lived. And for that… My journey in this world had been worth it. … Epilogue - Amber Sky

I whispered. He handed me release scrolls and departed. Two attendants entered with a cedar box and silver-lilies—moon-blooms that had once been our private language. I scoffed under my breath. A week ago, this might have thawed something. Today, I wanted to hurl the poisonous flowers into the fire. I dressed in silence. The deep crimson gown—color of blood—fit perfectly, tailored to my measurements as if he still remembered my body while forgetting my soul. When the escort arrived, I followed. The carriage glided through forest paths as the sky bled gold and violet, the same colors from our mating night.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Locking eyes in such a way with the masked stranger was intense and intimate, and Jasper found himself flushed and flustered, the throb of his cock echoing the race of his heart. “Just your heart.” Jasper wasn’t sure he heard the words, or simply wished that they had been spoken, and yet they hung in the air between them, sending a shiver of desire across his skin. The rest of the party, the press of bodies around them, the cacophony of voices fighting to be heard over the music, all faded away. They were alone in the ballroom with the silver moonlight lighting them from above.

"Come on, I'll show you." His bedroom was large and dark from floor to ceiling. The floor and the beams on the ceiling matched perfectly. A dark cherry colored wood that matched his bedroom set perfectly made the room seem even larger than it already was. The ceilings were so high most likely to accommodate the size of these men and the wolves they shifted into. As I took in the scene before me making my way to the large sleigh bed the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I turned around quickly to find Shaw right behind me. He had moved so silently I didn't even sense his presence. I looked up at him with eager anticipation and found that his eyes weren't the honey brown I had grown ac

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

Thank you SO MUCH for reading "Not All That Glitters." I began writing this novel July of 2019, and made it my official NaNo project. The last chapter was posted at the end of November 2019. I've completely fallen in love with my characters, and spent tons of time developing them! I hope you've enjoyed reading about Whitney and Hollis. <3 I'd really love to hear from you if you enjoyed my novel! Knowing how many people love and enjoy this book really makes a difference to me, every last reader is appreciated. I write not only for myself, but for you too!

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The golden star doesn't just watch-it *calls*. Its light seeps into the soil, the air, the survivors' dreams. By dawn, the wasteland is unrecognizable. Jagged obsidian spires erupt overnight, their surfaces etched with the spiral-and-thorns. The survivors huddle in their shadow, their eyes hollow, skin glistening with a faint gold sheen. Even Ravel's shovel, once dull and rusted, gleams unnaturally, as if the star's gaze polishes the world into something sharper, colder.

As if washing away my burning heart. I looked at the full moon in the night sky, beside it were two stars also shining brightly. A starry moon that appears every night and the one that convinces me that I am still living in the world inside a novel. “When I first came to this world, the starry moon looked so attractive. They are beautiful, calming and mysterious. I don't get tired staring at them before I go to sleep. But now, whenever I see them, my heart feels like it's going to fall out. Because I remember that dreadful night along.”

Chapter 114 – The Gray Star’s Deception The gray star glimmered in the nexus’s starfield, its light subtle, almost elusive, like mist slipping through fingers. Jessica led her companions along the path, the obsidian surface now threaded with faint, silvery veins that pulsed with a quiet menace. The golden star’s warmth lingered in her, a steady glow where her spark once burned, but the hollowness remained, a soft ache sharpened by the gray star’s whisper: *“You weave with light, but I weave with secrets. Come find me, Jessica.”* The new weaver’s voice was cunning, intimate, as if they knew her—not just her name, but her fears, her losses.