Romans & histoires Moondust By Jaymes Young

Once the threat has met its end, This spell will be complete And all will return to as it's meant to be. Yasmine takes a deep sharp breath in as she is then surrounded by a white Moonbeam, which slowly seeps inside her until only her small puppy bump is glowing the white of the moon. As the glow slowly disappears, Zachariah moves fast so that as Yasmine lets out a sigh, she then collapses into Zachariah’s arms. Darius steps closer, placing his hand on Yasmine’s pups and smiles. Summer then bows to the slowly disappearing blue lady and says. “Thank you, Moon Goddess, for your blessing on this night and thank you elements. I am eternal to thee…”

I asked, turning to the other woman, who pulled down her hood. She was glowing a soft white, and her skin was the color of the moon, her eyes pitch black. She wore a thick silver crown that bore the different cycles of the moon. The full moon at the front of her head, “It’s been some time since I have seen you, child.” The woman’s voice was echoed, a mix between a man’s and a woman’s voice. “You’ve grown so much… I can’t wait to see you lead our people into the era of the light and out of the era of darkness.” “What do you mean? I’m dead?”

All hollered when the moon appeared to my surprise the moon appeared in golden color. When I was admiring the moon I felt someone tapping my shoulder so I turned, I saw Neer, she was smiling at me beautifully. She grabbed my hands, hold them tight, and said, "I know who are you, Jade. You are my future, I don't know how you get here but just now moon goddess told me that you are still not mated she wants me to show you something." I frowned at her. Suddenly Neer's eyes began to glow bright blue when she looked into my eyes. I saw from her birth like a video, how she made supernatural friends, how she met first-time Raav and Jungk. How deep they both love her, how she turned into Lycan, how b

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

Zuri’s POV I dreamed again. But this time, there was no fire. Just water. And a voice. “Now that the moon has turned… the war begins.” "What Was Buried in Fire" Daisy’s Pov "I don’t remember it," I whispered. Dickson turned to me. "You don’t have to remember everything at once." "But it’s inside me. I can feel it." I rubbed the mark on my arm. The crescent moon was still there, black as ink. Zuri lay between us, fast asleep. Her fingers curled around my shirt like she was scared I'd vanish.

"Their actually my aunt and uncle. They took me in when I was 3. That's when my parents died." "Do you know anything about them?" "Not too much. They lived elsewhere, about a couple hours away. Their names were Felix and Sasha Moon. So I guess my last name is actually Moon, too." "Moon. That sounds familiar. So maybe your aunt and uncle are wolves too!" "Why would they hide this from me then?"

“He always does.” Damon didn’t answer. He just held me tighter. When he finally let go and left with his team, I stood alone in the driveway for a long moment. The night air was cool against my skin. Above me, the moon hung in a crescent, like a smirk. The Moon Goddess was up there somewhere, watching. Waiting for me to accept my destiny and kill the man I loved. Well, she could keep waiting. I turned to go back inside. It was then that I spotted Max and Jane. They were standing in the doorway in their matching pajamas. Their small faces were pale in the porch light, eyes wide.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Author POV "The price of lunar crystals has skyrocketed again. Thirteen percent in two days," Nyra muttered as she made notes on a blank sheet of paper, her eyes scanning the market fluctuation chart displayed in the corner of the spice stall. Her hands moved swiftly, but her steps faltered momentarily as a young guard passed by, nodding respectfully. Nyra returned the nod with a small one of her own, then continued walking slowly among the rows of stalls in the Moon Market. Lantern light hung from magical ropes above their heads, spreading softly like stars deliberately lowered from the sky to illuminate the night.

it hissed, “See the pain. You have done this to the ones you love.” But Ilyria could not see what it showed her because what she saw was too beautiful, too perfect. After the sirens joined, so did Miasma, Bonbon, Sidian, Flame, Loulou. They emerged from their hiding places, their fear dissipating like mist as they too saw the world the Ilyria was seeing. A world that existed beneath one warm Moon. Moondust coated their arms, and lashes and hair. Miasma giggled and stuck her tongue out to catch it. Joining Ilyria, they linked arms and stood before the monster.