Moon Dust Wings Novels & Stories

Evans’s brows furrowed and before he knew it, the clearing had changed. The scenery changed and the trees looked more alive, the clearing was not there. Then he saw it! Flashes, claws, blood, and roars. His hands clenched as he closed his eyes. “Stop.” In fact, nothing stopped. The air became tense and his eyes opened, the blue glow had returned. It was faint, but it was there. Ophelia stepped forward. “You might want to step aside, he’s losing control.” Jasmine obeyed while Ophelia stood in front of him. “Evans! You have to control yourself.”

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.

'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.

The beast that would swoop out of the sky and snatch up the poor, wailing girl in the distance. She heard his wings before she saw him. He seemed to come out of nowhere; he wasn’t there, and then he was, his large wings batting through the air, stirring up a breeze, even in the distance. He flew over the moon, the light of the full sphere illuminating his dark scales as he paused, wings spread, head held high, pointy, sharp tail outstretched. His front claws were menacing as he hung there in the air, and though Nya assumed he was truly studying the small girl at The Point, for a moment, as she stared up at the full, glowing orb behind the monster, she thought his eyes were looking directly b

Maela whispered. Silence. Then she stepped closer to the pedestal and raised one pale hand. A shimmering pool of silver formed in the air between us. And in it, I saw flashes. A war. Not just wolves—but creatures with glowing eyes and scales, beings made of shadow and fire, tearing through forests and skies. And in the center of it all—women with marks across their skin, channeling moons and stars through their veins. Moonbound. One of them looked like me. The vision faded.

"As your pack rebuilds, similar connections will form with those truly loyal to your cause, visible only to those with the sight, but no less real." "A network of trust," I realised, thinking of the construction crews, the security teams, the scattered Silvercrest survivors now returning home. "Not just a traditional pack hierarchy." "Precisely." The eldest nodded approvingly. "You understand instinctively what others must learn through study." She reached into the folds of her robe and withdrew a small crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "This is moonswater, gathered only during the eclipse. It must be poured into the foundation of your new pack house, to anchor the protective

Becoming as fine as dust, She blew out the crushed light and let it land on the bodies of the prostrated believers. "We rejoice! We will preserve and enrich the seed of light She gave us. As clean as thy garment; as pure as thy light, our dearest mother, we shall use it right," they cried with joy. Giving Her last smile, the Moon Goddess whispered into the air, a blessing of abundant life and gave Her final dance. Her body is like dust that gradually disappears while She's dancing in the air until completely vanishes.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

The sound faded into a hiss, then into a low, vibrating hum that made the ruins shudder around them. Sienna looked up. Her heart stopped. A creature dropped from the sky, landing at the top of the broken Moon Gate like a shard of fallen light. Its body glowed silver-blue, its wings too large for its slender frame, each feather shimmering as though crafted from liquid moonlight. Its eyes held no pupils, only swirling storms of pale silver, ancient and merciless. When it opened its mouth, the inside glowed white-hot, as if a star lived inside its throat.