Novel & Cerita Moondust By Jaymes Young

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

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.

“What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?” While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued, “We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision this time too risky?” Lyra slowly turned the cup in her hand and replied calmly, “Aunt Meala, the Blood Moon territory contains numerous moonstone mines. I’ve heard they have so much that they even use it to decorate their walls.” Meala frowned slightly. A moment of silence stretched between the two women.

"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

“You cannot fight it, child. Let it guide you—or the Moon will die. And with it, all of us.” Nyxara’s gaze shot to the Moon itself. The fissure had grown wider, thin veins of silver spilling across the sky, painting the clouds like molten silk. Every pulse of light echoed in her chest, a heartbeat that was not entirely hers. “Oh, brilliant. Just brilliant,” she muttered, dry humor cracking through the panic. “Apparently I’m a Moon whisperer now. Fantastic. Truly what I wanted to be when I woke up today.” Kaelion’s wolf snarled, stepping closer, energy crackling violently around him. “Do not joke. Do you understand me?”

"You see, Kaima, the Moon needs more than just 'Emotion' now. It needs 'Conclusion.' The energy released when a soul is permanently deleted is enough to power the Lunar City for a decade." He sat down and crossed his legs. "We’re not just making a show anymore. We’re harvesting the 'End.' And the Shareholders love an ending. They love to watch the lights go out." An Adjuster stepped forward. He wasn't holding a camera. He was holding a long, jagged blade made of red glass. He walked toward Rowan, the blade humming with a low, deadly frequency. "No," I whispered. I looked at the pencil in my hand. I remembered what the Author said. *You don't have to write a world. You just have to write the

“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.”