Moon Dust Wings Novels & Stories

His hands (not hands, never hands) drag across the surface of my soul like claws through silk. Soft. Cruel. Possessive. “Little star,” he murmurs. “I remember you.” A second voice tears through the dark. “You do not remember her. You remember me.” Silver fire erupts. The darkness recoils. The First Luna steps forward, her wings made of moonlight, her skin glowing with raw power. Her face is the beauty that hurts to look at — familiar in the shape of her jaw, the arch of her brow, the fury beneath her eyes.

I didn't reach for the blue light. I reached for the wings. I leaned into the biological horror. I stopped fighting the transition and I opened the door I hadn't even known existed. The gold scales on my arm exploded, spreading across my chest and neck in a suit of shimmering, solar mail. A pair of massive, translucent wings erupted from my back. They weren't made of feathers. They were made of solidified moonlight and liquid gold, spanning ten feet in either direction. The shockwave of the shift threw Liora and her wolf back toward the edge of the gorge.

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

CHAPTER 86: THE LUNAR INHERITANCE The sky over Aethelgard was no longer black or violet; it was a blinding, clinical silver. The lunar ships hung motionless, their hulls so polished they reflected the burning jungle below like distorted mirrors. They didn't pulse or hum; they vibrated at a frequency that made the very air feel expensive. "Dante, get the child inside," I rasped, my emerald wings twitching as they sensed the lack of oxygen in the lunar ships' wake. "This isn't a sterilization. This is a repossession."

I'm not sure what he means but all I know is that he needs my cooperation now. "All right," I answered him. Elijah moved away from me but our hands were holding each other as we faced each other. We slowly moved around and I also noticed that the moon dust seemed to be getting closer to Elijah and me. We were enveloped in moon dust and there was what appeared to be a golden ribbon formed from the moon dust. It suddenly wrapped around our entwined hands to our arms and it slowly disappeared like it sunk to our very skin. After that was the explosion of light in the sky as if the angels were celebrating. The moon dust created fireworks and both of me and Elijah are covered with this dust. But

Vito and I exchange a glance. My breathing comes quick, lungs full of the smoke and spice scent of dragons. We can still run, but they will chase us. They can report us to the dragons of Caelum. I guess there isn’t a choice. Rising to my feet, I spread my wings wide and step on top of the dune. The woman stands there, hands crossed over her chest, her clothes and hair as dull and dirty as the dust around her. But her eyes are a sharp green that I can make out from here, contrasting against dark bronze skin, darker than mine. But like me, her hair is cut short, almost to her scalp. A scar cuts straight across her face, but I can’t tell whether it’s from a blade or a dragon’s talon. The excess

My skin had muted down to normal, but its previous glow must have been enough to attract the attention of a moth, which landed on my hand. It was a large moth, perhaps six inches across, and had a bright red, furry body and two, large, ruby spots on its wings; giving it the appearance of predator eyes. They even glimmered a little like cat eyes; the opalescence in the moth dust catching the moonlight. Those wings shivered as the moth tip-toed slowly up my arm to cling to my shoulder. "Hey there." I glanced down at it; not at all bothered by its presence. This insect was one of mine, a twilight creature, and I sensed our connection immediately. "I'm on a super secret mission to rescue a bunch

My father immediately scooped her up in his arms and we all walked back to the castle. "I'll clean her up." My mother informed. "Her wings are beautiful love," my father smiled at his wife. "They sure are. They are big and I have no doubt that they're stronger than mine." My parents were right. Eve's wings were beautiful, something I've never seen before. Most of it was crystal like but the center part of the wings were a soft golden glow that made them look magical. The top of each wing had a curvy claw structure. No doubt they were its defense mechanism. They would look truly immaculate when she's all cleaned up.

There was children's laughter, the sound of propellers winding down, and the soft rustling of petals falling to the ground. The recording was still playing, and Zachary's hands started shaking.

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l