A Starless Clan Book 6 Novels & Stories

A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.” “ interesting,” Raven thought. “ I suppose it’s time to find out if I really am a part of this clan.” She dared to turn the page. Wind started picking up and swirling around her. She looked around the room to see if anything had appeared. Raven still seemed to be alone in this library. As she read the first line, on the first page, the wind calmed itself, and she knew once, and for all, this was h

Chapter One: The Day Everything Burned "Sera! Come see the butterfly cocoons! They are starting to split open!" I dropped my handful of wildflowers and raced toward Mama's voice, my bare feet slapping hard against the warm stone path. The garden smelled like sweet jasmine and wet earth, and I was already planning to ask Papa if we could stay out here until the stars came out so we could count them together like we always did on clear nights. A scream tore through the peaceful afternoon air, and I froze completely, the scattered petals drifting down around my feet. Another scream pierced through the garden, followed by shouting—so much shouting it sounded like the whole pack house was on fire

My soul aches with love so big it feels divine already. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For staying.” He smiles soft, real, unguarded. “I’d follow you into heaven, hell, or whatever this is.” Clara snorts, a spark dancing between us. “This is worse,” she mutters. “It’s a group project.” I burst into bright, ringing laughter and then The vortex pulls us in. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. All three exploding into a blinding, all-consuming brilliance. This is the end of Aria.

"We'll face it together, as we always have." Cliffhanger: As the clan members resumed their stories, a figure emerged from the shadows at the edge of the clearing. Dressed in a dark cloak, the stranger's presence sent a ripple of tension through the group. Alex and Kai stood, ready to confront this new potential threat. The eternal flame cast long shadows, making the stranger's face difficult to discern. But one thing was clear: the peace they had fought so hard for was once again under threat, and the Gaia clan would need to stand united against whatever darkness approached.

But a wolf non less. His fur was so soft and shiny, and the color white was a different kind of white. Not your typical shade of white, but it’s brighter than usual. Austin took a deep breath as if he was falling asleep. He is probably as drunk as I was and getting the part of the hangover now. A smile appears on my face, and I lean back and stare at the stars. Trying not to fall asleep, but unfortunately. My eyes started to get heavy. The struggle to keep my eyes open was feeling like a mission impossible. Before I could sit upright, I fell asleep.

She thought: I am not afraid. The morning moved forward, as mornings did, and Clara Quinn, who had been a background character in a novel she had despised, walked through the Imperial Academy of Asterveil toward whatever came next, with the anchor ability warm in her fingertips and the memory of a hand on her cheek and the knowledge that she was not alone. End of Chapter 51

And in the center of it all, a village, small wooden houses with thatched roofs, smoke curling from chimneys, surrounded by chaos. Two packs. One dark gray and black. The other reddish-brown. They tore into each other. Claws raked flesh. Fangs snapped. Blood sprayed dark against the grass. Humans, actual humans, cowered inside doorways, screaming. I froze at the tree line. This wasn’t a dream. This was my book. Moonbound Claim. The opening battle. The Silverfang clan versus the Crimson Claw. The human village caught in the crossfire. The alphas fighting for territory, for dominance, for survival.

She tilted her head, as though sensing the importance of the moment, then smiled and clapped her hands as well, unbothered by what she didn't yet know but could already understand. Zane joined me soon after, folding his arms across his broad chest. His expression was unreadable as he watched our friends. “A new addition to the Tribe,” he said at last. “Perhaps it marks a new beginning for us.” I slipped my hand into his, feeling its roughness against my softness. “Yes.” We stood together, watching the laughter, the tears, and the promise of a future carried within Clara’s belly. — Later that evening, as stars pierced the sky, I knelt by Luna’s bed. She was already half-asleep, her eyelids fl

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.