Moon Dust Wings Novels & Stories

"Why aren't you sleeping and sitting by the window?" They continued to gaze at each other. "I'm looking at the stars and the moon." Ravi's throat went dry as Raymond's gaze deepened and intensified. He nodded slowly, attempting to ignore Raymond's large wings, each tip of them seemed to envelop Ravi as if they were about to embrace him.

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.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

“The Moonshade line was rarest of all. Called the Flame and the Frost. Their power moved with emotion. A grieving Moonshade could set the world ablaze. A joyous one could revive the dead.” Her hands began to shake. “Feared by councils. Hunted by kings. Sealed away by the Luna Priestesses, who vowed their kind would never rise again.” She turned the page. A sketch greeted her. Hand-inked. Faded, but undeniable. A woman stood tall, cloaked in shadow, crowned in flame. Her wings stretched wide over a burning kingdom. And her eyes, molten gold laced with stars. Elara’s eyes. Beneath the image, a name:

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

From my observation, the houses in the neighborhood are covered by large gates and trees to keep people from looking in, which makes it easier for me to fly up into the air without being seen. The gentle breeze stirs my wings as I glide high above the sky. The moon is full, and the stars are out, creating a tapestry of lights over the darkness. I close my eyes and inhale the soft scents of the California air. My leather wings beat a soft thump as I glide further into the mountains and contemplate my life and the pain that I’ve endured.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ Somehow, Asmodeus and I managed to get to the palace in the third territory before Callisto. My eyes were still fixed on the blond man's wings that looked more like dragon wings. "What is it?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing" I spoke sketching a small smile "I'm just thinking that your wings are pretty." He smiled, a debauched smile.

She looks up, and it's true. It has been rusting ever since last spring if you believe the papers, but who would still believe them nowadays? They have been lying for a year now. Except, when it comes to the moon. With its brown spots, it looks marbled. As if someone had taken it off the sky by the start of the year in order to petrify it. Like what they’ve done with life.

The cloud of silver light particles did not fade into the mist. Instead, it expanded, twisting into a vortex of violet wind that swept through the quiet sanctuary, scattering blue ferns and white marble dust across the ancient floor. A figure stepped through the center of the light. She was breathtaking in a way that felt predatory, a high-born framed by raven black hair pinned with silver needles, her dark eyes glittering like black diamonds beneath pale, flawless skin. She wore a grand, sweeping robe of silk and starlight-silver armor, her high collar embroidered with the crest of House Silverwing, a double-headed hawk clutching a blood-red moon. Around her wrists hung golden charm-bracel