Moondust By Jaymes Young Novels & Stories

"Just try to delay your wedding for now, I need some time to figure everything out." "Dad, you can figure out whatever you want after my wedding too. Here have some water and tell me the reason why you're delaying it!" Mara spoke. Beta Daniel must have compiled as the sound of glass hitting the tables empty crackled through the air. "We are doubtful that the Blood Moon pack might not stay in peace with us anymore and attack us in the next few weeks." My feet froze on the ground; I have heard of that pack name before. But I don't remember clearly in what context. Why did it seem so familiar? With my curiosity peaking, I stepped closer and perked up my ear.

The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

**** Pov: Lupa. The forest is heavy with mist, the full moon cutting through the haze like a blade. I kneel on the damp earth, my knees sinking into moss, hands pressed to the ground as I whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess. It’s been years since I’ve felt her call this strong, a pull in my bones that drags me from my bed in the Nightshade compound. My silver hair hangs loose, catching the moonlight, and my breath steadies as I offer my heart to her guidance. Ember, our Luna, is fierce but young, and with Rowan and Caelen in her care, I need wisdom to steer her right.

He stays still, fingers loose on his copy, waiting without words. “Sun-Dust,” Eamon whispers, like he’s letting slip a secret only the wind should hear. From the Fire Islands, supposedly - some rare thing that wakes up your senses. Put just a speck on your tongue… suddenly colors punch harder, thoughts cut clearer, tiredness slips away like old skin. Ideas start moving again, smooth and steady. To show how it goes, he flicks open his little pouch, balances a glinting fleck of golden grit on his thumb, then brings it to his lips. His eyelids drop shut, face going still, almost dreamy. For him, that moment tastes like hope given form.

the letter concluded and Mj smiled with tears in her eyes, as she reached up to wipe them away a foggy memory played at the back of her mind and as the dull aching push of a headache began to invade her mind she laid her head down to cry and dozed off with her heart on her sleeve and Dante’s letter in her hand. Mj awoke with a start as a rhythmic pounding echoed through the walls of her small silent room, and she sat up with a groggy kickoff as the door burst open to reveal Moxie and Jay’s beaming faces. “Good morning sunshine, today's the day bitch let's go,” Jay chirped and when Mj reached up to rub her eyes, she noticed the note still in her fist. Before she could stash the paper, Jay sna

"Whispers of the Mystic Moon" The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow upon Luna's determined figure as she stood before Alpha Burst. Her decision to travel to Blackmoon, driven by a sense of responsibility and a connection to the mystical forces that governed their realms, unfolded in the quietude of their shared space.

He chuckled under his breath, pulling her closer until their lips met—soft at first, then deeper, anchored in the fierce, unspoken promise that no matter how many times they fought, they would always find their way back to each other. When they finally pulled apart, she whispered, “You really have to stop yelling at me.” He smiled. “Only if you stop scaring the hell out of me.” “Deal.” --- That night, Baylee sat in the lodge library, surrounded by ancient books and scrolls Melody had gathered. Heather sprawled on a chair nearby, yawning. “You’ve been reading for hours,” Heather mumbled. “If the darkness doesn’t kill you, exhaustion will.” Baylee turned a page. “I’m trying to find anything ab

“Like it’s calling my bones.” “It is,” Mara said quietly. She stood by the window, watching the treeline. “It’s older than you think. Older than any of us.” Caleb leaned over the map again, his fingers trembling. “It’s accelerating. The Blood Moon wasn’t supposed to peak for three nights. Now it’s rising early.” Silas looked up sharply. “How early?” Caleb swallowed. “Tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.” Silas’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Ava. “We’re out of time.”

Copyright ©️ 2026 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions. Technically, she isn’t under any obligation to report my movements. That is just gossip, but the new future Luna might try to retaliate. My sister isn’t afraid of her and she knows that our bloodline is clearly strong enough to equal the leaders if I was the Goddess-chosen future Luna. With that thought, I smile and step out of the front door. My first stop will be the elementary school, my favorite place.