A Bastian Novels & Stories

“Ronan sees a helpless human. So show him a warrior. I can teach you.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. The offer was so unexpected but oddly interesting. This man or wolf was so starkly different from anyone I'd encountered here. It wasn’t Finn’s flirtatious kindness or Ronan’s brutal rejection. It was a challenge. A lifeline made of grit, not sympathy. “Who are you?” I finally managed to ask. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Bastien. I train the pack’s warriors.” A trainer. A warrior. He was offering me the one thing Ronan claimed I could never have. The means to fight back.

Ehlii there. "My son-in-law," laughed Ehlii proudly. "Seedlings nurtured by Julian never fail," Armen says as Bastian begins his struggle with a tall, bulky man with a shaved head. Despite their vastly different body comparisons, Bastian had no trouble and fought aggressively from every direction against the man. In this place, Bastian was known as the Jaguar, often aloof but very savage. He looks good and generous on the outside, but he's a real demon," Ehlii boasted of his future son-in-law.

he tried to persuade. "Two other members have human mates. A few others have mates from other species but the majority have werewolf mates and they all welcomed Ren with open arms. He is much respected here and also with the demons. You are aware he is Bastian's step-son correct? He's trained with them and fought them. He isn't a weak link hence why he didn't combust when you kicked him into the wall" I explained, my eyes darkened with anger and my dad knew he was reaching a boundary that he should not cross with me but still he continued.

The bride is mine and Acasia has no right to her. I whip through the sky-my wings beating to the pulse of my anger. I surge through the realm into Bastian's territory and begin yelling his name. "Bastian, I will kill your mate for this. Return my bride." He doesn't answer, which doesn't surprise me. The love-sick coward. Why is he so special that his mate turns into a dragon? Why not Maleah, whom I loved with my entire being?

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Bastian was on his feet before the echo died, his body suddenly all coiled muscle and lethal stillness. Another howl answered the first. Closer. Then a third. “Rogues,” Bastian said. “A pack of them. They’ve been trying to push into my territory for months.” I tried to sit up, and my arms gave out. The heat had left me useless, a puddle of fever and need. “How many?” “Doesn’t matter.” Bastian pulled the knife from his belt. The blade caught the firelight. “They smell you. Your heat. They’ll be here before dawn.”

She’d nearly forgotten about it, the so-called Prince Bastard. “That one. Why didn’t you have me try to wake it?” Bastien turned to her with curious, raised eyebrows before transferring his attention to the thing in question. When he saw what it was she spoke of, he snorted and shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I already told you it’s a lost cause. Besides, even if it makes it out of its shell somehow, it’ll be a freak of nature. Better off dead, girl. Leave it be.”

Bast crouched on the table and wrapped his tail around himself as he stayed still. “Can I eat the cat?” one of the guys asked and someone else agreed. I didn’t like that and Bast looked scared and angry because of the comment. I instantly acted out on impulse before Killian could step in. I chanted, “crescere.” Bastet grew into his large panther form as he still sat on the table. He let out a large rawr as he now swatted and hissed at the pack members. Several of them got up and backed away quickly as two others let their inner wolves growled at Bast. That’s when I stepped in, putting myself between the pack members and Bast. Killian and Wren stood close by as support and in curiosity to see

Raina crossed her arms and mused, “Honestly, these people are pathetic. They always think a few offhand remarks don’t mean much. But they don’t realize—the more casual the cruelty, the deeper the wound.” Bastian never chose how he was born. Who would want to be born a despised illegitimate child, a rat scurrying in the gutters, a thug rolling in the mud? He had been pushed into it—by people like them. ***

“No. I’m not the wild child in this relationship. You are.” “This is very true.” Trisha looked down at her ring as if she were contemplating sin. “Leave it on and behave. You have to wake up in the morning and live with yourself.” “True, but what if no one asks me to dance because of it?” “Would you like to dance?” a deep voice sounded behind them. They turned to see a rather buff looking Hispanic guy looking at Trisha, a smile on his face as he extended his hand. “Ummmm …” she mumbled as shock slipped across her features.