Constellation Curtain Novels & Stories

The courtyard of the Silver Moon Palace was no longer a sanctuary for refugees. It had become a biological forge. I stood on the lower balcony, my hands resting on the cool quartz railing, listening to the wet, heavy sounds of transformation echoing off the stone walls. The five hundred Unbound who had chosen to stay inside the Violet Curtain were not just healing. They were evolving.

I walk to my dresser and pull out a box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. “I made this for you.” I say as I hand her the package. A smile creeps across Mari’s face. She gently peels back the paper. She pulls the small clutch bag from the package and examines the details. The bag is a simple cream colored linen with cranes embroidered in a beautiful scene. “You know how I adore cranes.” She gushed. “Look inside.” I say. She opened the clutch to reveal the night stars stitched along a crescent moon. “It’s the constellation Cetus.” I explain. “A sea monster. What better thing to guard your valuables.” I joke.

She walks over to the door at the other side of the lounge “Let’s get this done with.” “My name is Dinah.” I say, following behind her closely She huffs and opens the door. The room is so bright, for a moment it’s hard to focus. The roof is made of glass panels, and sunlight pours in. Tapestries hang on the walls, and several glass objects are strewn over tables, a hearth blazes in one corner, making the room toasty. I notice a map of constellations near one side, different coloured stones scattered on it.

Kimberly lay awake in bed for a long time, the master bedroom bathed in cold hues, dark and lonely. She lay with her eyes open in the darkness for a while, not turning on the light, then decided to reach out and open the curtain control switch. The luxurious curtains that covered the entire floor-to-ceiling windows slowly retracted to both sides. Instantly, the dazzling lights from outside poured in through the enormous windows. The neon lights, wrapped in the night, were mesmerizing and quiet, silently twinkling.

Beneath them, the city’s markets bustled; guild halls reopened; crystal artisans shaped shards into dream-lantern frames. At sunset, Vera and Lucien climbed the spiral stair to the tower’s summit. They stood beneath a carved arch: a silhouette of a black wolf howling at twin stars. The Council’s Charter hung in a crystal case to one side, and on the other, a simple plaque read: “Constellation Accord—Firmament of Liberty.” Lucien draped an arm around Vera’s shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder. “We did it,” she whispered. He kissed her hair, gaze on the horizon. “We will keep doing it.”

Harlan said. “Vera deserves it. Come on, Janus. Don’t be a wuss,” I said. “Well… I don’t have anything better to do anyway,” Janus turned to Vera and stretched out his hand. He raised his brows and Vera nodded with a faint smile. She placed her hand in his and off they went, dancing to slow romantic music. “I have heard that the constellation patterns hold divine magic in them,” Juliette said. “They do. I have heard about this in the outer world,” Zephyr said.

Cassidy’s POV We stayed there longer than necessary, the three of us tangled in that too-small bed like we could freeze time if we just held on tight enough. The night-light projected soft constellations across the ceiling—tiny glowing stars and orbiting planets that Lila had insisted we install “so the dinosaurs don’t get scared in the dark and the stars can watch over Mr. Roar too.” I traced one of the larger constellations with my eyes, letting the quiet wrap around us like the softest blanket. Dante’s hand kept up those slow, soothing circles on Lila’s back, and every so often his fingers would brush mine where they rested on her shoulder, a silent conversation passing between us that ne

"Next, we will have our staff pull the curtains, and we shall admire this rare treasure that had been uncovered after two thousand years together." As his speech ended, everyone saw the soft glow emitted from the stage. As the curtains were pulled down, the glow started to spread toward its surrounding. The soft purple light immediately covered the front stage when the curtains were pulled down completely. At the same time, the original source for this glow was a bead the size of a ping-pong ball covered in a glass dome.

His speech was restless, as he asked. “Follow me,” Hugo led Jordan and Michel into the ward, there were many beds but close to the window there was a bed that was covered with curtains. “There,” Hugo pointed at the bed, Michel and Jordan swiftly walked hurriedly towards the bed, they drew the curtains away, and glanced at the person on the bed.

THE NIGHT AFTER THE LUNA CEREMONY — THE CITADEL The moon was low over the Citadel, swollen and heavy, as if a wound in the sky. In the great hall, the silver trappings of the Crescent Silver Moon pack had been covered with obsidian silk in respect to the new Luna. The torches had burned low, casting long shadows across polished stone and red wine spilled at celebration. Perfera stood at the mirror, removing the ceremonial combs from her raven-black hair, her reflection painted in gold and shadow. The room reeked of roses, fire, and old magic. Incense still curled lazily toward the high, arched ceiling.