1000 Stars Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

The sky above the Zenith City was no longer a mystery, it was a fortress, the "Starlight Winter" had retreated, leaving behind a world that felt scrubbed raw and dangerously visible, high above the atmosphere, the thirteen new stars, the Sentinels, sat in a perfect, geometric ring, pulsing with a rhythmic, cold blue light that mocked our newfound peace.

I whispered out, embraced in his arms as he kissed up my arms until his lips found my lips, tiredly moving against mine along with both our bodies, his hands gripping into my thighs which were tightly wrapped around his lower waist. "I love it too," He groaned, eyes squeezing shut as mine followed a moment later, head falling back as he came to kiss my lips again, biting down on the bottom lip. "And I love you too. You, my dear Ines, who has the grace of a thousand stars." We were intertwined in each other's arms like star-crossed lovers for the rest of the day, bathing under the sunlight which cast its warm glow through the windows of his room until the sunlight had become moonlight, and ev

There were many waiters but no other diners. “It’s not very popular in here on a Sunday morning,” she ventured. “I reserved the whole place,” Gabriel said, sounding bored as he opened the menu. “Why?” “I wanted you to be comfortable.” He closed the menu. “What would you like?” With a sigh, she opened her menu. It was written in English and French. This place was entirely too coldly elegant, she thought. Looking out the window with longing, Calleigh saw locals and tourists crowding a colorful street market.

The gentle kick from the tiny life within seemed to settle down, lulled by the quiet atmosphere of the room. Gareth opened the thick book, his long fingers tracing the aged parchment. His voice, usually calm and measured in academic debates, softened into a rich, soothing baritone as he began to read. "Long ago, when the sky was still young and the mountains were mere hills, there lived a creature made entirely of starlight..."

"Unlike Los Angeles, there is no pollution here, no smog or no backlights of the city buildings either." I nodded. "Yeah, I have never seen these many stars in New York either." "Do you recognize constellations?" Cameron asked, and when I shook my head, he beckoned for me to shift sidewards, and when we were out of the vicinity of the tree's shade, Cameron reached a hand out, patted and flattened the sand, and laid down on it. Patting the place next to him, he gestured for me to do the same. I laughed at him, and then did the same. He slid his left arm under my head for support.

I explained meekly. Surprisingly his face grew glum after hearing those words. ————————————————— Author's Note: Hello, I see you have clicked on this book. This is my second story on w*****d. I really hope you guys would like it. Warning: English is not my first language so you'll spot lots of grammatical / Spelling errors. So if you are a Grammar Nazi, you will be disappointed but please give this story a try. I really worked hard typing this story so I hope you guys will be supportive. I always welcome critics but don't be mean. This book is filled with cliches so read at your own risks. I really suck at punctuation so please do bear with me.

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

“Sit. For a short while. There is no further work required of you tonight. It is not an order in the same way the others have been. I cross the floor and sit, spine straight, hands folded in my lap the way the cottage taught me to hold myself when attention turned my way. The silence that follows is different from the working silence of the day. It has weight, but not the same sharp pressure. He looks at the darkening glass of the window rather than at me, giving us both a small measure of distance. “The stars are clear tonight,” he says after a moment. “In the border country, did you watch them often?” The question is so unexpected that for a moment I cannot find an answer. “Yes. When the d

The storm outside intensified. Rain became wind. Wind became thunder. Yet something else was happening too. Something nobody could explain. The stars. One by one, they began appearing despite the storm. Visible through clouds that should have hidden them. Visible through rain. Visible through everything. By midnight, every star in the sky shone brighter than ever before. The heavens themselves seemed awake. Watching. Waiting. And deep within the royal fortress, history prepared to change forever.

“YOU WERE NEVER THE ONLY ANOMALY.” And far above the Frostlands… The stars began descending toward the world.