A Bastian Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

​After what felt like an eternity standing in front of her parents' house, I kicked my bike into gear and rode back to the clubhouse. Riding through the wind, I couldn’t help but think about what it meant to actually have a family. I know what I am. I can be brutal viciously so.In the underworld, I have been called a lot of things. The Bull. The Devil. Iron Fist. But when it comes to family, I have a soft spot. I’m a child at heart for the people I love. But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies.

"Michael!" "What's bullshit?" Timmy asked, tilting his dark head of hair as curiosity clouded his blue eyes. He had my dad's hair, brown, commonly mistaken for black when it wasn't looked at closely. Dad stiffened. "Uh...it's..." He looked at mom, but she crossed her arms and shook her head. "You got yourself into it, Mike. You can get out of it." Timmy looked between them. "What is it?" Dad cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Well, Timmy. It is a very mean thing to say about bulls. It hurts their feelings. So best we not say it, yeah?"

Making the stallion rear next to Alazareth. His twin swore and fought to gain control of the animal. Bast, still snickering, headed through the dense crowds of LandingTown, aiming for where he always had the FireStar staked.

Brenda had a mischievous tone in her voice. "The what?" I asked, pouting. "You know, the place where Mad Max keeps his collection of whips and chains, along with the tools he's going to use to plug your holes. Paxton told me he likes to enjoy his lady's ass." "You mean like spanking?" I sought. "That and other things," she let out. "Something tells me you'll know pretty soon what I'm talking about." I gulped. "That's what I'm afraid of."

Suddenly, Bastian hit the brakes so hard I thought we had crashed into something. “Why is he calling you ‘babe,’ Lilith?” Bastian growled, his voice rough and angry. That Scottish drawl of his always gets to me, making my heart race and pussy wet. It always felt like I have been electrocuted whenever that accent slipped in. “I’ll call you back, Tommy,” I quickly ended the call, not wanting Bastian to scare away the only friend I had. “Chill, Uncle,” I said sarcastically, knowing it would irritate him. I could see the veins in his neck bulging, and for some reason, I wanted to trace them with my fingers, maybe even lick them.

Just a few more months and I will be able to leave and never run into him again. I start to walk, but Lanton is already standing in a group near the entrance. They are smiling, one girl is hugging him, looking at him like a dog looks at a piece of beef. I bet he also eats her in the bathroom during physical education classes, after all, he is Lanton Lestari, he gets everything he wants when he wants it. Oh, right. It's Lanton Susanto. The liar. The asshole.

The changes in Raven’s life have amplified her feelings of isolation and concern, particularly about her own emotions towards Miguel and the uncertainty about having Nate, Dyson Montenegro’s cousin, around the mansion. Aira speaks Filipino and has a brother named Ken, who recently got married and went on his honeymoon. The family dynamic is further complicated by Aira's responsibilities in managing guests and relationships within their sprawling mansion. Her child, Baby, is constantly monitored via CCTV, a measure Aira put in place to ensure safety and peace of mind.

“How?” A voice pierced the silence, thick and raspy. “By showing that you’re not just another emperor who wants to use us.” The speaker was a man molded like a storm-made flesh, thick and marred and with eyes keen from battles won and lost over decades. Lilith smirked. “Lena, meet Bastian. He doesn’t trust easily.” Bastian crossed his arms. “The Guardian bloodline has never been in our favor. Now you come here asking us to die for you. Tell me why we should.”