Star Dust Cyoa Novels & Stories

Cain says, not quite a question. Mrs. Holloway smiles enigmatically. "I've observed many cycles, in many capacities. This one is... exceptional." Before we can press for clarification, she reaches into her coat pocket and produces a small package wrapped in silver paper. "A solstice gift, for both of you. Something that belongs in your keeping now." I accept the package, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a small wooden box carved with familiar symbols—the Nightingale and Blackwood crests intertwined with astronomical markings. Inside lies an ancient key of unusual design, its metal so dark it almost absorbs light rather than reflecting it.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

The crimson glow of the Dying Star system pulsed on the viewport, a stark contrast to the familiar blue expanse of explored space. Decades etched lines on Kairos' once youthful face, and Anya's silver hair shimmered like a fallen star. Yet, their determination remained unwavering as their vessel pierced the system's necrotic atmosphere. The distress call originated from a single, desolate planet – Aethel, once a thriving metropolis, now a wasteland shrouded in perpetual twilight. The echoes spoke of a civilization clinging to their last vestiges of energy, their dependence on a mysterious source finally reaching its breaking point.

I exclaimed in excitement, and then continued. And that had to be the best birthday gift ever! We had a nice, long chat and he even told me some things about the stars and space, he is an astrophysicist in case you all didn't know, and he made me so much interested in stars and the night sky and the stargazing stuff. "So that's where you get your love of stars from," Shayla commented, smiling. I wanted to tuck the falling lock of her hair behind her ear and tell her that the stars trapped in her eyes made me fall in love with stargazing but I decided to keep it to myself and to tell her later.

"What star were you born under, girl? That's awesome freaking luck." I blinked. "Draco. Specifically Triplex Rising. What star were you born under?" All three of my men inhaled sharply as Drace laughed softly. "I think Drace was being humorous, Hollyn," Ari said. "But it would make sense that all four of you were born under Triplex Rising." I looked at my grandmother. "How do you know what star they were born under?" Ari laughed. "Because I'm the goddess of the night sky. Stars are my domain."

Once he was in the driver’s seat, he decided some conversation may ease her nerves. “So tell me, Maia, have you ever seen a castle before?” “No, sir.” She stared straight ahead, so tense she could barely breathe. “Well, you’re about to. See, I’m a gardener for King Carter. I’m kind of his favorite gardener if I do say so myself so if you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” “I want to learn how to read and write, please. I need to write a letter.” She begged, still gripping the paper Jasmine had given her in her hands.

On the other, a symbol she didn’t recognize—a heart and a star. The coin was icy cold, like holding a piece of winter. A shadow swept across the field. It wasn’t a ship or a god. Just a small black bird, dropping from the sky. It landed on June’s shoulder, a tiny slip of paper in its beak. June took the paper. Her hands shook as she read. It wasn’t a message from Gabe or Leo. It was a bill. “To June Avery, the Baker: For using the Cosmic Oven and the starlight flour, you must now pay interest. The price is one life for every year the Earth stays in its place.”

she whispered, watching them step into the unknown, embarking on a journey foretold by the cosmos. Emerging from the portal, the trio found themselves atop a vast mountain, the night sky above awash with stars, each one brighter and clearer than any they'd seen before. A dense forest sprawled out below them, and in the distance, a large silver castle stood tall against the moonlit horizon. Cassandra squinted, trying to locate the Wolf and Raven constellations. "There," she pointed. "They're converging directly above that castle." Darius's sharp eyes followed her pointing finger. "It's not just a castle. Look closer; there's a labyrinth surrounding it. That must be our first trial."

"The Star Seeders are inviting us in." Killian pulled back: his silver eyes flashing with a predatory, adventurous wit. "Then let's go see what this new garden looks like: White Wolf." The First Mother’s Breath surged forward, coated in the protective light of the Star Seeders, as we crossed the threshold into the Andromeda galaxy. The triage of the Milky Way was a memory; the triage of the universe had only just begun.