Moon Dust Wings Novels & Stories

"A MANTICORE!" someone shouted. Many of the prisoners that had been standing near the cages took a few steps back. It looked like a lion but it had dark red fur and wings. The wings did not have fur and looked like something that you would find on a gargoyle. It had a distored looking human quality to it's face which was alarming. The long, thick, powerful tail had fur with large spikes that were made up of many smaller spikes. They seemed to glisten as it tail moved and twitched. The creature let out a loud growling roar. The second one followed quickly after hearing the first, only it spun around and looked at the cage behind it to see its fellow creature. The soldier in the fir

Her body was clad in pure white robes and a silver crescent moon shaped headdress adorned her hair, symbolic of her power, but the most remarkable feature about her was the pair of pure white wings extending from her back that appeared not to be made of feathers but of pure light. “Selene…” the words came out of my lips in an almost inaudible whisper, but Clay’s arm tightened around me as we face the Moon Goddess herself. Everyone seemed to be stunned into silence before they fell to their knees in worship, chanting words in a language I couldn’t name. Even Alpha Malachi bowed his head as he fell on his knees in front of her. Clay and I were the only ones standing.

Suddenly, a spirit moth, its wings shimmering like captured starlight, emerged from the fading sun. It had wings that sparkled like stars. Beautiful and mysterious. The moth landed lightly on the flower petals. Its glowing wings shined with the sunset. It didn't leave. It just rested there quietly. Like it was guarding the simple monument. The sea breeze kept blowing. The moth's wings fluttered gently. Like it was saying goodbye to Selene in the distance.

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.

The shattered moon was no longer a celestial body; it was an archipelago of bone-white rock and radioactive cobalt drifting in a chaotic, low-gravity dance. As the thousand gliders of the Union approached the debris field, they looked like autumn leaves caught in a gale. There was no air here to catch their wings, so the "Silver-Eyed" children took over, using their connection to the planet’s magnetic wake to "tug" the bronze-wood shells toward the largest lunar fragments.

Before I could respond, the entire temple shook. A voice echoed through the halls. "The Moon Queen has arrived." Everyone immediately drew their weapons. A figure appeared at the far end of the temple. At first, I thought it was human. Then I realized I was wrong. The being stood tall, clad in armor of crystal and silver. Long white hair flowed behind them. Their eyes shone a brilliant blue. But the most striking feature... They had wings. Not like Rowan's. Not like Seluna's. These wings seemed to be made of pure starlight.

I won't take that chance, not when the chance of me seeing my children again mostly depended on him. I will fight, of course, but an extra hand wouldn’t hurt. I snap back to reality when a strong wind, like that of wings, large wings flapping, rushes past from a few meters away, up above us. I glance over and my eyes widen as the moonlight filtering through the branches outlines the dark silhouette of a large man with massive wings. He has two long curved horns, midnight-long hair, and soulless crimson eyes that resemble an endless abyss, staring down at me.

'Sun and Moon All power rejoined, Locked in me Together we are one. I lifted my head to let the moonlight bathe my face then said quietly. 'This is who I am now.' With a shake of my shoulders my stunning snowy white wings spread out to their full capacity and for a bri

Her horns curved back from her skull like polished ivory, long and elegant, though one had a fracture near the base. Her wings were massive, thin at the edges, scarred from battles no one in the palace even remembered, and when she spread them over the moonlit towers, the shadows of her wings covered the marble roofs like night itself had bowed to her. She did not look young. She did not look untouched. She looked ancient, wounded, proud, and alive, like a piece of the galaxy’s first fire had decided it was not done burning yet.