Novel & Cerita Silk Cindy Moon

Xenox muttered behind me, but I ignored him. When Sierra finally appeared at the top of the steps, everything else faded. She wore deep blue, the fabric soft and flowing, cinched at her waist with silver thread that caught the light when she moved. Her hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, small beads woven in,Moonbane craftsmanship, unmistakable. She looked… radiant. “You’re staring,” she said, amusement flickering across her face as she descended. “Can you blame me?” I said honestly. “I might have to fight half the city by the end of the night.”

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled at her with all of my might, but she didn’t budge. I wanted to scream for help, but I felt a buzzing inside of my head and my mouth wouldn’t move. Cindy was in a type of sexual feeding frenzy as she reached up and kneaded my breasts like a nursing baby kneads its mother while she continued to drink my blood. I tried to writhe free from beneath her, but to no avail. From what I could tell, she’d fallen under the frenzy of the full moon and wouldn’t stop feeding on me until I had nothing left to give.

SYLARI They say the Moon chooses us. That when the stars align and your eighteenth year settles into your bones, you’ll feel it, this pull, this becoming. The shift isn’t just muscle and fur. It’s a revelation, proof that the Moon Goddess has seen you, claimed you, and called you worthy. But I am eighteen now....and the moon....it never came for me. ******************************** For the first time in my life, they dressed me in silk. Soft, silver silk like my eyes, embroidered with tiny moons and stars, symbols of hope, they said, of strength and of rebirth.

I turned to see two girls entering the room, their eyes immediately locking onto me with thinly veiled disdain. "Well, well," one of them said, her tone dripping with mockery. "So this is the famous Celene. She doesn’t look like much, does she?" The other snickered, and my stomach twisted into knots. Zara was in front of her in an instant, her eyes blazing with anger. "Excuse me? What do you think you are doing right now Cindy? Did Pecan put you up to this?" Cindy a small slim girl with black hair, smirked. "Relax, Zara. We’re just making an observation. Mondrian deserves someone strong—someone worthy of being Luna. Not… this don't you think Mai?”

Zephyra I had been watching Cindy, something about her felt foreboding; she kept looking around the room and texting on her phone and quickly hiding it if someone walked by her. I took in her features, she was a skinny brunette with a square jaw, high cheek bones and black eyes. She looked so familiar, her name even felt familiar; Cindy’s personality reminded me of a woman named Ciana from the Night crawler pack, she despised me, and Cindy did not like me, no matter how nice I was to her, but tonight something felt really off, like my gut was warning me about something; I just did not know what.

I asked her "I'm great, just not in the mood to say a word to nobody" She replied me Cindy walked out the door leaving us behind, her all shinny leather short brown skirt and a white sweat top and sneakers and bag with a face cap all in white, she has no makeup on as she seems all sad, I guess the girls all reads my mind as they wouldn't want to push Cindy if she doesn't want to tell it to us, perhaps later she will, we walked out into the night towards my parking lots then I stood still, we heard a cry, a loud cry as we all stood still the cry came in again.

I was sure as hell I blinked twice or even more. She was the Sindy Kate. “Sindy?” And I almost didn’t catch her reaction when her posture turned rigid, and her glowing big eyes widened—even wider, then blinked away. Those big eyes—they were green when I felt like we stared at each other that night. My heart leaped up to my throat. But this woman had a pair of dark ocean blue. Nevertheless, I was relieved that she was beautiful in the flesh than on the screen. “Clyve, this is Westley—” Wait a minute, she’s Westley? I thought she was a guy. What the fuck?

The sight that befell Cilyna and Kaynon as they reached the side of the mountain had Cilyna staring in astonishment. An older woman with hip length silver hair sat cross legged in the center of a salt circle. There was no wind blowing through the trees, yet her hair was flowing all around her as if she had stuck her finger in a light socket though gently swaying to her soft siren chant. The setting sun was her spotlight and the small dust like particles floating in the air looked like glitter. The scene had a Disney magic feel to it.

Then, without warning, she tosses the silk bundle toward me. ‎ ‎Instinctively I catch it. The ribbon unravels on its own, and the silk falls open. ‎ ‎Inside lies a small silver relic. It's a moon-shaped pendant, darkened and cracked, pulsing faintly with a sickly blue light. ‎ ‎ ‎

She fell back to the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep back, but the phone kept on ringing, so she angrily slipped down from her bed, knelt down, and made this short prayer. “Moon goddess, thank you for life, thank you for everything. I pray this dream I had right now manifests in my life, for it will bring nothing but joy to me.” Cindy said with a strong faith and looked up to her ceiling in her small bedroom. “What the hell!” Cindy squealed when she noticed that the person that had been calling her was not the other person than Grace. She heaved a sigh and tried to dial her number when Grace started calling again. “Hi, good morning, ma, sorry, ma, for missing your calls.” Cindy apol