Moondust By Jaymes Young の小説・ストーリー

Lynx scrambled away, still laughing even as Nathaniel chased him through the underbrush, sparks flying from his fingertips. Lalaine shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "The grown-ups are more childish than the orphans," she whispered to the girls, leading them back toward the nun to show off their braided hair. ---- Meanwhile, the library was a tomb of silence. To Stella, it felt like an orphanage for old, forgotten books. She wandered the aisles until a spine on the highest shelf caught her eye. She climbed the rolling wooden ladder, her fingers trembling as she pulled the volume out. "The Moon Princess" was embossed on the cover. There was no author listed. She flipped it op

That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him. Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.” "All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch."

The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.” My throat tightened. I read on, entranced. “The Nameless Moon is not a god. It is not a beast. It is what remains after the First Wolf devoured the sky and choked on the stars. It is hunger, memory, madness. And it does not knock. It waits.” --- Ronan I hovered behind her, my hand resting on her back, anchoring her as her breath quickened with danger. “This is what Mason wants to resurrect,” I spoke in a hushed tone.

The moon hung bloated and silver above us, casting a light so sharp it turned the swirling black fog into jagged shards of shadow. Malachi walked beside me, his presence a heavy, grounding heat that felt like a shield against the vacuum of the North. Behind us, Kaelen and twelve of the Obsidian Elite moved in a perfect, silent arc, their blades drawn and glowing with a faint blue luminescence. We weren't here to fight a war of steel, but the air was so thick with the "Rot" that even the seasoned warriors were breathing in shallow, rhythmic hitches.

A rejected Luna who might talk, might challenge, might. Might survive. So they made sure I wouldn't. My lungs are screaming, but I have no air left to give them. The darkness at the edges of my vision spreads, consuming everything. The last thing I see is the moon through the water, distorted and distant. Full and bright and completely indifferent to my suffering. Moon Goddess. I don't know if I'm praying or cursing. Both, maybe. If you're real... if you ever cared about me at all... My heart stutters. Once. Twice.

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.

Chad called him while he was there, and he had to leave before he could hear more about Sandra. Jake sighed “Well, the Moon Goddess has blessed us with a rare creature, according to Mama Joyce, your Luna is the eye of the gods as you heard, she can see both the future and past. But she is not taking this well, and it makes me regret marking her. She has already been through so much and now this.” He leaned back on his chair, threw his head back, and closed his eyes.

Aurora I gasp, shooting awake, sand covering my back and water trickling down my face. I cough slightly, wiping my face, seeing Jaxson blink awake at a slower, more gentle pace. He looks to me instantly and cages me into his arms, holding me to his chest while his arms press heavily into my back. I want to shatter; I want to break. He mumbles something into my neck, his breath warm and exasperated. For a moment, I wonder if he had a bad vision, unlike mine. I want to share it with him, to tell him I got a sign from the moon goddess that was so perfect, so happy, that it made my entire world fill with joy.

We need her to permanently disappear. The DC is quiet and that makes us antsy too. If Dax is in trouble, he hasn’t asked for our help. Moon left this morning for New Mexico and it’s one of those rare times that Madison accompanied him. There’s a big extravaganza for charity tomorrow night and she’s being forced to wear an evening gown and heels. She’s more comfortable in military boots. Her idea of heels are the one-inch sandals she wears to work. It isn’t her first social event and it won’t be her last. It’s part of the political game Moon is so good at. He keeps friends in high places. Jess, Marcus and Colby went with Moon. Two-dogs too. Madison doesn’t travel without him. We also have goo