A Bastian Novels & Stories

"JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!" I close my eyes as I rush through my sentence. "Imawitch!" Damian looks dumbfounded. "What?" "What she is trying to say is that she is a witch. I'm her oh so loving witch's companion. Although from what we understand only certain people like her family can hear me talk. As to why you can hear me, I have no idea." Binx says as he walks over to Damian. He hops up on a rock, holding his front paw out. "Name's Binx by the way." Damian just stares at Binx's paw before looking back at me.

I answered indirectly. She exhaled deeply and set the towel she was carrying aside. "Are you sure you want to leave this place? " I nodded gradually. "Vista Querencia is a good place, Manang." Once more I put on a phony smile. "But the people were not," I continued. Pity flickered in Manang's eyes as she stared at me. "No matter how good nor successful I am, I'm still a bastard in their eyes. A bug in Daddy's good family. A good-for-nothing daughter of the Dagsinal clan."

"Please forgive my granddaughter. Yoursa is very hard like her brother Alarich, but behind her hard nature Yoursa is a gentle and loving girl, don't take Yoursa's words to heart," Whitney said. "No problem Mrs. Collins. I'm used to Yoursa's nature and attitude even though I've only been her personal bodyguard for a few days but I understand her."

Okay, it’s painful, but we’d be alive. Mum and Dad told me about what happened when Faye Ashworth was pregnant with Bastain. It shocked me to learn that Bastain is Romerian, thanks to my father. I wonder if Bastain knows the truth yet, but I figured he did when Mum said she’d spoken to Faye. Luther and Leander have spent the whole week researching anything and everything they can get their hands on. They came back with one answer. I need to accept Bastian as my mate now more than ever.

This instant! ''As you wish, your majesty,'' Bastian replied reflecting a tone of urgency, and he curtsied again before turning away from Gaius to set forth for the lodge where Limah had been positioned to tender to her youngling. Bastian was the army's general and the longest serving member of the royal family. He had survived many wars from way back as a youngster in the kingdom of the Legendary king Gaius Caesar. Bastian had grown into the much experienced and hardened soldier, fighting alongside Gaius Jr. and sharing in the mirth of victories in the royalty's quest for power. He had climbed his way through the ranks as the toughest and deserving tutor of new recruits and Gaius's army. Wi

However, behind his intense gaze, she saw something reflecting regret. "Why are you so loyal to Cedric?" Selena whispered, her voice soft. "What makes him so special that you're willing to be his watchdog?" Bastian raised his eyebrows, realizing that Selena's question was not casual. "You don't understand, Selena. Cedric is not an ordinary man." "Different? He's just a rich and handsome man obsessed with power and control. What's so special other than all of that?" Selena retorted. Bastian moved toward the window, his gaze fixed on the city's never-sleeping view. "Cedric is not just an ordinary man. He's a werewolf, like me," he uttered. "Yes, he's different. You'll find out later."

-sighs- “Your father has a base just bordering Canada in Minnesota. He has a pack full of Lycans under his control and uses them as he sees fit, he also has a witch named Mila. A powerful bitch who my mother knows and seems to worship. They will strike your packs in Iowa and conclude the war in Florida, this will happen over the course of the next three weeks.” Kai: “Why are you telling me this?” Bastien: “Because I need your help to get my mate and son back, Kai. I do not want this war and neither does my sister, Azura. He’s forced her the same way he’s done with me, the only difference is he’s killed her mate and threatens her child.” Kai: “Don’t the Maidens mate every few years, though? W

Despite his words, his expression is so menacing when he pulls his head up I’m afraid he might mark me right here and now. Let him, Luna purrs. Don’t you start. I bite back. “Just you wait.” He goads huskily, “when that first heat hits, you’re going to be begging for my mark.” “Not if you’re back in Elysium where you belong.” I hiss. “I’m not leaving Asphodel without you.” Bastien declares fiercely, “and that won’t happen until we know who turned you in.” I choose to ignore his first comment, “You’re overreacting, it was probably just some petty she-wolf who’s jealous of my relationship with Drake. I’m not exactly popular with the women here.”

The Bastard Son walked through the narrow streets, testing reactions. A boy froze in the middle of the road, eyes wide. “You’re him,” he whispered. Lucia’s son stopped. “I am,” he said simply. The boy scurried to hide behind a cart. The whisper of his name followed him. Guerrero Valenti’s son. The Bastard. The blood. Lucia’s son did not flinch. He had expected recognition. Everywhere, men saw the Valenti blood in his jawline, his hands, the tilt of his shoulders.

“We have no idea what Nester looks like. We need to know what we’re fighting to fight it.” My shoulders slump in agreement. There are no pictures of the bastard in the book I took from the Darlingtons, and even if there were, it’s been years since anyone we know last saw him. Magic changes people, doesn’t it? What’s the guarantee he looks anything like he used to? The only people who may know anything about him are the people working under him, like… I bolt up, gasping. “Everest.” Three sets of Lycan eyes fix on me.