Moon Dust Wings Novels & Stories

He gulped, feeling goosebumps on his skin, blood moon, blue moon, he could hear the laughter of his enemies echoing in his eyes. "Now I know why we couldn't find her soul" Erroll shook, staring at the moon with admiration. "A witch kept it safe" King Caesar's eyes darkened. "It has to be one of the originals" Erroll shrugged. "Two escaped after all" he turned to the King, he could feel the anger raging from him as he glared at the moon like it had everything against him "I believe you know what this means?" "Blood moon, Blue moon, Rise of the Alpha King and his Luna Queen" To be continued...!

I want that future. I look lovingly at Layla but she has turned her attention to the sky. Her brow is scrunched and eyes are squinting as she looks at something with confusion. I look up to see what she is looking at and I witness the most spectacular meteor shower. "It looks like the moon is crying," She says both in awe and sorrow. "Why do you say that?" I ask trying to see what she sees. "Come here and look," She pats the ground beside herself without taking her eyes off the night sky. I do as she asks and when I look up I see what she is seeing and my stomach falls to my feet.

Tenny rattled off with a huge amount of enthusiasm. “No, I’m not going,” Santiago was barely hearing Tenny’s voice as he strained to focus his ears on the words that the lush, pink lips were saying on the screen. “This club is kickin’. It is absolutely chock full of young, delicious co-eds and get this…they have to come wearing a bikini top or they can’t get in!” Tenny Rodriguez was a werewolf just like Santiago and they’d known each other their whole lives. Even though Tenny was from another pack, they'd always gotten along and his friend didn't hold it against him when he'd abandoned his ancient duty for a relatively human existence.

My workbench was a cluttered sanctuary of raw potential: jagged shards of unprocessed moonstone, delicate silver lace, and small vials of shimmering herbal oils. I picked up a palm-sized raw crystal. It was cloudy and dull, but I could feel the dormant hum of energy trapped inside. As I began to grind the edges, the rhythmic whir-snap of the tools acted like a mantra. I closed my eyes, reaching deep into that quiet corner of my mind where the ancient incantations lived, words that felt like they belonged to a different life, a different Nadia. “Luna's breath, bind the light... shield the soul, end the night...” I whispered.

it hissed, “See the pain. You have done this to the ones you love.” But Ilyria could not see what it showed her because what she saw was too beautiful, too perfect. After the sirens joined, so did Miasma, Bonbon, Sidian, Flame, Loulou. They emerged from their hiding places, their fear dissipating like mist as they too saw the world the Ilyria was seeing. A world that existed beneath one warm Moon. Moondust coated their arms, and lashes and hair. Miasma giggled and stuck her tongue out to catch it. Joining Ilyria, they linked arms and stood before the monster.

I described the garden to him in detail, using the right adjectives to make the picture in his head as vivid as possible. “Can you look up, Allison?” he asked. I did as he asked and saw the breathtaking view of the sky. “There’s a crescent moon surrounded by millions of stars twinkling above us and…” I stopped short, when I saw a string of light flash across the sky. It disappeared in a few seconds, but I knew I didn’t imagine it. I was about to say something, when another flash came across… followed by another. “Make a wish, Allison,” Hunter said. That told me that he already knew what I was seeing.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

They thought their lord was not in a very good mood. But oh why would a powerful hawk like this screech so desperately? The bird flew out of the window, fleeting towards a certain window. His big, powerful, and black foggy wings danced in the black sky filled with the silver light radiated by the moon. It looked dangerously beautiful but those tears that were leaking out of that demon's black orbs were even prettier.

When we reach the top of the tower, I can see that Sterling is there. He’s lying on the ground, looking as if he’s sleeping peacefully. He’s still wearing the moonstone collar that Coello locked around his neck. I start to run toward him, but something stops me - the sight of a woman with massive pale green wings, like a luna moth. She descends from the sky and settles lightly on her feet, standing between me and Sterling. “Who are you?” I ask, hesitant to approach an unknown celestial being but desperate to get to Sterling.