Moon Dust Wings Novels & Stories

Skyler didn't understand what kind of being that was, but she gently placed her on a log and looked at her silently. As soon as the little creature's feet land on the log, a bluish-white flash of light makes Skyler put his hand in front of his eyes and step back. When the light disappears, he opens his eyes and stands with his mouth open again. In front of him was a gorgeous woman with long blond hair and blue and violet wings that seemed to be made of silk. The dress was steamy and sparkly, and Skyler swore she was the Moon Goddess… even though he'd never heard of the goddess having wings.

He whispered to me. *** Luna walked beside me like she was floating. She wore a dress made of gossamer moonlight—if that was even possible—layers of sheer silver that moved like water around her frame. Her wings were different from the Twilight folks wings. They shimmered as she moved, translucent and threaded with flecks of starlight, and her skin had a soft sheen, like it had been kissed by frost and then glazed in pearl. I felt...like a lamp beside a star.

The sky overhead was not the familiar indigo of night but a deep grey threaded with streaks of pale moonlight, as though the moon had been shattered and stitched together. Mara dropped to one knee, touching the grass. “We’re out,” she said. “We’re really out.” “Are we?” Lyra’s voice was low. She pointed to the treeline. Dozens of eyes glowed in the undergrowth — not the ember-eyes of the Between, but the gold and silver eyes of living wolves. They were silent, their bodies tense, their nostrils flaring. Behind them, Ava glimpsed human shapes with pale skin, their faces hidden by furred hoods. The packs had gathered.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

Once I have finished here, with this pathetic dog, I won't stop until the entire Were species has been wiped from this earth. The sky slowly lit up all around us, pulling me from my delicious dreams of grandeur. A bright blue light came from around a cabin, half blinding me as it did. I shielded my eyes with my arm and hissed as the light approached. As it got closer, I could start to pick up on the makings of a shape. A long winding tail whipping around behind it, a strong and outstretched neck, razor sharp teeth inside a large open mouth, and above that two glowing crystal blue eyes. Two large and intimidating wings spread out across the sky, lighting it up in a bright blue glow. It was a

There is a poison that royal dragons have used in the past to kill enemies made from the crushed essence of those blossoms because of the slow, gentle nature by which it kills, creating madness first before eventually easing you into an early grave. She is a moon glow dragon, known by many as elves, and by the look of her, highborn. Like other full-blooded moon dragons, she is tall and willowy, wearing layers of thin fabric that billow around her as she moves. Her pointed ears are tall and wide, each one pierced no less than 10 times, each one connecting her to a child. I have eight similar piercings, one for each of my babies tucked safely away in the Celestial kingdom, and I touch them now

I signed it in the old script, the one my father had spent three years drilling into me as a boy, the formal Vasari signature that moved the full weight of the bloodline behind it, pressed the seal into the wax while it was still hot. I set it on the corner of the desk and looked at the ceiling. My reasons were strategic. Pack law where human security failed. Victoria was a werewolf. She understood bloodline authority in her bones. The ward binding made Elara untouchable in a way that hired muscle simply did not. I told myself that. At four in the morning, in the silence, I told myself that. I meant most of it. I pulled up the alley's surveillance feed at five. One camera, mounted at the bad

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.