Star Dust Cyoa Novels & Stories

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

The night hung heavy with a silvery glow as Alpha Jake drifted into a deep sleep, the realm of dreams unfolding before him. In the ethereal expanse, the Moon goddess, an embodiment of wisdom and grace, materialized before him, her celestial presence casting a gentle radiance. "Alpha Jake," she spoke, her voice a melodic echo, "the threads of fate weave intricate patterns in the tapestry of your life. There is a path that leads to happiness and protection for both you and your chosen Luna, Mara."

A new constellation forms-the Architects' spiral, fractured by a single golden star. Lyra's final words haunt me. **"You're not the variable. You're the catalyst."** The survivors sleep. Ravel keeps watch. And I stare at the horizon, where the stars now pulse in time with my heartbeat. **The Architects fear what they've awakened-and for the first time, so do I.**

they shouted with enthusiasm that had not completely faded. Lyara approached, war dust still clinging to the fur of her cloak and her cheeks. Her gaze was sharp yet calm, like the surface of a lake hiding a whirlpool beneath it. “Ready?” she asked. I looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Always.” With cautious yet determined steps, we slowly entered the cave’s mouth, which seemed to be calling us toward a long-hidden secret. The atmosphere inside the cave felt like another world. The walls were damp, covered in glowing mushrooms that looked like stars in the dark night. The rocky floor was cracked, and the air carried the scent of old iron, sulfur, and something I couldn’t quite identify

They said King Alaric was a stone monster who ate the lives of his brides. But then I heard Leo’s scream as the wagon started to move. I didn't have a choice. I ran to the back of our small hut and pulled up a loose floorboard. Hidden underneath was a small spool of golden thread. It wasn't normal silk. It glowed with a soft, warm light. It was the Starlight thread, the source of my illegal magic. In Solvalla, weavers like me were hunted. If the King found out what I was, he wouldn't marry me. He would hang me.

“It's your fault. Why did you have to wait till the sun was up? Look how sweaty you are.“ She pouted, dabbing my sweats with a towel. “Thanks Diana. You're an angel.“ She gave her hair a dramatical flick. “I know.“ “Crazy.“ Having cooled-off a great deal, I began displaying the oysters on the table. “But what happened to you?“ Diana asked. “You're never the type to arrive at the market this late.“ “Last night's dinner was another disaster. Lots of thinking got me staying up till midnight. Plus, I had to crash on the couch because I didn't wanna face the monster in my room.“

Noelle wouldn’t say she messed up, because she had done her research, & had found that even if there’s no moonlight, there should still be starlight. She looks up at the night sky, and finds nothing but pure darkness. No moon, no stars, not even a shiny freckle. This shouldn’t be happening, unless someone else stole what was left of the moon, and all of the stars. No one can stand between Noelle and her dream prom, so she decides that she has to find the person behind the missing stars. She has to figure out how they took them, and how to steal them back. She decides that she would have to bring them to her castle. But who knows where to start looking, and who knows what kind of magic will p

But I won't force her, not now, not ever. And how do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine And nothing can keep us apart 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one could say what we get to be And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours Claire sings the last verse and I know. I understand her and I can feel her. It's like she flows through me. She looks into my eyes as she sings.

- Taming Faye ( English & Taglish version) - Starved Passion ( English & Taglish version) - Her First Mistake - Sweet Bastard - Fire& Gasoline: When Spanks Flies Faster Than Sparks - Indebted To The Billionaire Alpha - Mated To The Kinky and Dominating Alpha I hope you read and enjoy. Thank you💜💜