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by Yumoyori Wilson




  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter 15

  Prologue

  Starlight Christmas

  Yumoyori Wilson

  This is work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright© Yumoyori Wilson, 2017

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Cover Design by Oliviaprodesign

  Editing by Rachael Kunz

  Contents

  Acknowledgement

  Glossary

  Host – Spirit Directory

  Starlight Christmas

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  THE END...OR IS IT?

  Visionary New Years

  Visionary X Starlight

  Review Request

  Introducing Celestia

  Visionary Investigator

  Prologue

  About the Author

  Books By Yumoyori Wilson

  Acknowledgement

  Thank you for purchasing STARLIGHT CHRISTMAS.

  I’m glad to write something centered on this wonderful holiday of love and giving. I hope that all of my readers enjoy this holiday season with your loved ones. Thank you for your ongoing support as I continue this journey as an author.

  Thank you to Aspen Winters for being my daily motivator and always helping me stay up. You’re an amazing individual and can’t wait to work with you in 2018.

  Special thanks to my amazing Starlight PA’s and my Starlight Beta Team for helping me perfect Starlight Christmas. You made my life a lot easier (and we had our share of laughs).

  Special thanks to my amazing Mom for blessing me with the gift to write and supporting me in all aspects. I pray to continue making you proud as I strive towards success.

  Finally, I thank God for giving me the strength to achieve my goals. Without Him, I would be nothing.

  Glossary

  ROTATION: Month

  SOLACE: First six months of the year (Spring to Summer)

  LUNAR: Second six months of the year (Fall to Winter)

  CYCLE: Year

  Realms

  Separate dimension (planet) within the galaxy, created by the Starlight Gods. Only ways of traveling between realms are through portal access, transportation ships or magical ability of teleportation.

  Realm ONE: Latelia – Starlight God: Deathpre (God of Death)

  Realm TWO: Wintalyn – Starlight Goddess: Kurani (Goddess of Water)

  Realm THREE: Feminara – Starlight God: Amaterasu (God of Fire)

  Realm FOUR: Phentailia – Starlight God: Lucifer (God of Hell)

  Realm FIVE: Minato – Starlight God: Risuki (God of War)

  Realm SIX: Earthala – Starlight God: Jehovah (God of Rebirth/Judgement)

  Realm SEVEN: Distala – Starlight God: Laviathan (God of Lightening)

  Realm EIGHT: Heila – Starlight Goddess: Nightmare (Goddess of Destruction -Daughter of Death)

  Realm NINE: Miolana – Starlight Goddess: Yuikimiru (Goddess of Life/Mother Nature)

  Realm TEN: ArchAilennia – Starlight Goddess: Aphroditeee (Goddess of Prosperity/Beauty)

  Host – Spirit Directory

  MAKOTO HEART:

  Roseline – DEMON

  Hopefilinia – ANGEL

  Lilylusha – PHOENIX

  Lexinalla – DRAGON

  Midnight – DARK FAIRY

  RYDER CARTER:

  Stryker – DEMON

  DANIEL MOORE:

  Azriel – ANGEL

  ELIAS KINGSLEY:

  EliaseAnne – FAIRY

  MARCUS HUNT:

  Ryuu – DRAGON

  Kai Akiyama:

  Hinotori – PHOENIX

  Starlight Christmas

  Christmas.

  A time for giving and receiving, a time for celebration, and a holiday I’ve only read about in a storybook – page after page of seeing a little girl celebrating the joys of Christmas.

  I had envied that girl, reading her tale on the cold, library floor while she was surrounded by so much warmth. So many cycles trapped in the facility by my Owner. My only presents were the old, tattered books that surrounded me; my imagination my only salvation.

  So many cycles, I'd spent wishing to be like the girl in the fairy tale; wishing I was surrounded by my loved ones, opening presents and enjoying their company.

  My wish had finally come true. This cycle would be different. Rescued by my star knights, I vowed to enjoy every minute of this season with them by my side.

  This Christmas, I would enjoy being free.

  Chapter One

  "What is that?" I asked, hoping my face showed how appalled I was with the piece of fabric before me.

  "It's a sweater, Mako." Marcus replied. I stared at the fabric like it was death itself.

  "It's hideous." I scrunched my face in disgust. The weird matching of brown, green and red followed by the weird yellow and black ball things that were plastered all over it made me cringe.

  "Firefly, that's the point. It's an ugly sweater. It's a must at some Christmas parties."

  "Humans..." I mumbled while Marcus laughed at my displeased expression.

  I was hanging out in Marcus' room on a chilly Sunday afternoon. The end of the cycle approached – with that came the Christmas holiday that humans and many shifters celebrated in harmony.

  I had never had the privilege of such an experience. The facility didn't celebrate holidays. The day was like any other, but the Owner was kind enough to let us sleep in an hour later than usual.

  I still remembered lying on the cold, library floor, opening my favorite Christmas story of a little girl named Christina.

  Christina was five-cycles-old. I assumed she was human, but I couldn't help imagining her as a shifter like me. She had beautiful blonde locks that bounced with every skip as she pranced around the room in glee, waiting for her parents to give her permission to open her gifts that were neatly wrapped underneath the tree.

  The tree was such a magnificent sight to see. Its dark green, bristled leaves were covered in sparkly ornaments and tinsel. Red, green, gold, and white – with little diamonds and sparkles in snowflake designs.

  I imagined the strong, fresh scent of pine when I looked at the tall tree on the page I was on, remembering the cycle Elaine had brought a miniature Christmas tree to the facility when I was six cyc
les.

  The tree had rainbow colored lights that turned on and off in a repetitive pattern with a bright white star at the top. It reminded me of the stars that stayed high in the sky at night – the same stars I would imagine and gaze into the darkness that covered the sky outside my cell window, praying for just one chance to enjoy Christmas like Christina did.

  I'd gather as many books as my little hands could carry, placing them around the single chair in the library – my imaginary Christmas tree. I pictured the books as presents – having beautiful wrapping paper that glittered and shone, wrapped with gold and silver bows so tempting that I'd have to put my hands behind my back to deter myself from opening them.

  I would be like Christina and be patient too; waiting for my imaginary parents to give me permission to open the presents before me.

  Her small puppy would enter the room, jumping up and down around Christina as she continued to be patient. I'd imagine my own companion – my mind pictured a kitty with mismatched eyes, walking around in anticipation to get its turn to pounce on the decorations.

  Her parents would finally arrive, hand in hand, as they gave Christina the go ahead. They embraced one another as they watched from the doorway, Christina opened her first gift with a big, bright smile.

  I always got teary eyed when I reached the next scene. Christina's first gift was an item of her dreams: a locket that carried a picture of the family she cared so dearly about.

  She rose to her feet, with tears in her eyes as her parents approached her, lifting her up as she cried. Not only was there a picture of herself, parents and puppy, but an image of her baby brother, who was Santa's present to her.

  Christina had dreamed of having another sibling – wanting to be an older sister and not be all alone when her parents were not home. She had gotten her wish in the arms of the people who loved her; thanking Santa and the gods for making her wish come true.

  It didn't matter if I was the young girl or the woman I was now. My reaction was always the same – sitting in the single chair, looking at my book creation, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks as my imagination faded and reality sank in.

  I never expected to be rescued that fateful day; a group of men saved me from the hands of the bear shifter, taking me into their care and revealing my true identity.

  I was the Princess of Heila, and the four men who came to my rescue were my star knights – their duty was to find me and bring me back home.

  So much happened after those events, some good and some bad. But with all that had happened, I got to meet people who showed me so much compassion and concern.

  I was soon introduced to EliaseAnne, who'd became just as important as my star knights, as well as Kai, my fifth knight.

  Now we were all together, deciding to check out a nice resort in Minato. The boys wanted to see the new establishment, bringing me along to view the freshly built resort. Due to our status, we were the first to check into the resort, spending an adventurous week within the large estate and doing plenty of activities to make the time fly.

  Today was our last day, and the others said they had something to do. Marcus stayed with me, stating the meeting they had would be boring, and they wanted me to relax and enjoy our Christmas holiday.

  I was happy to be able to celebrate the holiday, for the first time in my life, but I honestly had no idea what humans and shifters did besides opening presents and drinking eggnog throughout the chilly night.

  I sat on the floor. My back leaned against Marcus' bed, a book in my lap about Christmas traditions – ugly sweaters being one of them. Marcus sat opposite of me, calming down from his laughing fit at my displeasure regarding the ugly sweater he'd bought last year down on Earthala.

  He lowered the appalling sweater, tossing it to the side on his navy-blue suitcase stationed against the wall. He placed his hands to rest behind him, relaxing in his cross-legged position.

  I couldn't help but take a moment to enjoy his attractive appearance. His brown locks were past his shoulders and halfway down his back, currently loose in all their messy glory. He'd finally gotten a haircut when his hair grew longer than mine, adding to Eli's complaints about hair clogging their shower.

  His sculpted toned chest was on full display; his muscles made my hands crave to brush themselves along the lines of his pecs and abs. His large markings that rested on his right shoulder always caught my attention – the multiple thick lines only heightened his attractiveness.

  The only clothes he wore was his navy-blue sweatpants, which hung rather low on his waist as he sat back; those addictive V-lines made an attempt to seduce me as they peeked out of the waistband.

  I wore a grey spaghetti strapped shirt; the top part low enough to display my cleavage and to show the patterned design on my sapphire blue bra – wearing that specific color and matching panties when I found out I'd be spending my time with Marcus. My shorts matched his sweatpants; the navy blue, short shorts fit firmly on my thighs. From my workout sessions and regular eating habits, I was gaining muscle in my hips, thighs, and booty. I was just happy it wasn't going to my waist, giving me a nice curved body.

  I was impressed at the reality of how comfortable we'd all become with one another. Only a few rotations ago, Marcus would only walk around shirtless when we would train or if he was half asleep and forgot. Now, he didn't hesitate to stroll in during breakfast bare chested.

  It felt like an accomplishment to be at the comfort level we currently were with one another; especially since, I had to become comfortable with five lovers unlike many other shifters who’d taken rotations to get comfortable with just one lover.

  I licked my lips, uncrossed my legs, and changed my position to my hands and knees as I leaned forward, giving Marcus a soft kiss.

  He smiled against my lips, returning the kiss with one of his own; his hand found my cheek as we deepened it. We made it short; our little make out routine before I switched books. My kindle was still charging, so I enjoyed the mini library in each room, changing books whenever I finished which took between thirty to sixty minutes.

  I rose to my feet, walking over to the bookshelf and returning the previous book to its section. My eyes scanned the multiple titles – they were mostly Christmas books due to the time of the cycle.

  My fingers trailed the spines of the books aimlessly as I continued my search for the next book to devour as we waited for the others; my eyes landed on a familiar spine.

  My finger stopped on the dark pink, covered book – Christina's Wishful Christmas written in white lettering made my heart skip a beat. It couldn't be.

  I immediately pulled the book out slowly, taking caution as if it was the same tattered book, whose pages barely clung to the run-down spine back at the facility. I smiled at the cover of the little, blonde girl looked up at the starry sky with her hands pressed together in prayer.

  I made my way back to my spot, sitting down before I began to re-read the story as if I didn't know it by heart. This book was one of the first things I remembered reading at the facility – Elaine had used it to help me learn to read. I tried to ignore the tremble in my hand as I turned the pages smiling; my eyes stinging with tears.

  I couldn't believe all these rotations had passed; this little story book had been my savior when my heart ached and craved for the love I never thought I would obtain. I took my time reading the words; each colorful page appeared even more vibrant in this version.

  When my eyes landed on the page where Christina's parents informed her that she'd be a big sister soon, a tear dropped onto the page. Tear after tear stained the final colorful page as my eyes were glued to it.

  I could imagine little me on the floor, yet again, reading the final page and realizing, I'd never have a family to hug and hold close to my heart.

  A hand brushed against my cheek, wiping the tear that had just fallen from my pooling eyes. I looked up to see Marcus – those sapphire jeweled eyes flickered with worry and sadness.

  "Firefly? What’s wro
ng baby?" He whispered. I gave him a sad smile, swallowing the lump in my throat as I tried to compose myself. I closed the book not wanting to continue staining it with my tears.

  I was going to speak, but the tears continued to fall; the past still affected me. I knew it was behind me now; my life at the facility long gone, but it still felt as if it was yesterday that I'd awakened in the dim room, chained to the wall as I waited for that ugly bear shifter to come and drag me to breakfast before the same events began – experiments, torture, and fighting.

  Marcus shuffled forward; his crossed legs barely touched mine before he pulled me into his arms, cradling me in his lap. I cried into his bare chest; my tears streamed down as sobs broke out of me. I needed this moment to vent the emotions that always clung to me at this time of the year.

  Just once, I wished for a happy Christmas like the storybook – to go sledding or have a snowball fight or even have a nice dinner together with all my friends around the table. Most importantly, to be able to give to the loved ones that made my holiday so special.

 

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