Astaroth Novels & Stories

I wait for the heavy mahogany doors to click shut, sealing her away from the toxic spill of my world. “She’s bewitched you!”, Astaroth’s hiss vibrates through the floorboards. “Why would you jeopardize an eon of sovereignty for a fleeting human life?” “She didn't bewitch me,”, I reply firmly. “I am an addict, and she is the marrow I cannot stop craving. I intended to watch her bloom and then discard her. I never intended for the end to come so quickly, but she made me... forget. I never even thought for once she could be my chosen”

Orpheus gasped out in shock as he locked gaze with Blaze who had this blunt expression on his face. "Yes sir!!" He mumbled. "Who are you??" His voice died down as his eyes grew more red in anger and confusion. "How long have you known who I am and who sent you to me??" He queried as he held the lamp holder more firm this time around. **** Blaze Ciaran Astaroth, the last descendant of the Astaroth's lineage. He was a transcendent vampire and an orphan. He was 35 years and was schooled under Lawst Bathory, the uncle of Orpheus. His family had died while defending the coven from external forces.

A drop of water fell on my eye, I looked around and noticed a change in weather. This is bad, no cab on the road and rain is about to fall. What am I gonna do? As I continued walking, a black AMG Benz stopped by the side of the road and rolled down the window glass "Come inside, I will drop you off," He said I looked at the person and realized it is the doughnut guy. I looked around, the weather was getting worse. "Thank you" I said once I entered the car "I’m Rayan" He said At least now I don’t have to call him doughnut guy. "Afraah." I awkwardly said

In his right eyes, it's glint with amused by her stunt. "You need the cursed people to worked on the ritual, everyone on this land are cursed yet you put on target on me, no matter what reason, you'd be happy to get this one. Her existence with the cursed are align, and from information given by 'the eyes', her every blood make a perfect ritual, any rituals. She is the fallen darkness as the rumour has spread. Keep her and our debt are done?." Kaylene for sure didn't understand what she was trying to say, however the last part wasn't good to hear. She struggles even more, though her energy dripping so low that all she managed were pulling down, trying to escape from Lissa's grab, but to no a

Kristina then has a sight of a handsome man who looked very familiar seating in their lobby. She proceeds to her room first then calls Roxan. "Hi, Roxan, who is the man over there? Is he the Wall of Asia's representative He is quite too early," said Kristina. Roxan excitedly said," I think the flower is blooming." "What did you say? I said who is he?" Kristina finds Roxan's words quite intriguing. Roxan then said," He is your friend he said. He is Mr. Nathaniel Montevista."

My soul was different. I shivered, pulling my blanket tighter around me as I stared up into the darkness. It wasn’t just that the furies were coming for Hayden. They were coming for me, for whatever strange power was tied to my soul. But how could my soul be different? I had never thought of myself as special or powerful. I was just Ava—an ordinary woman who had fallen in love with a ruler of the Underworld. And now I was caught in a web I didn’t fully understand, surrounded by forces far beyond my control.

The man wearing his silver suits entered. "My name is Nicolai, that's my english name. We've just arrived from Korea. I'm with my friend. Sorry he felt sick." "Oh, I'm sorry to heard that. What's his name Sir?" The lady in front asked again. "He's name is Owen, Owen Cruz. Can you please help me to send him to his room? His really sick." Nicolai asked for help.

Chapter 5: The Necromantress and the Wounded Soldier His name is Elias. He told me by scratching letters into the dirt with the broken end of his spear whenever we stopped to rest. E-L-I-A-S.He wasn't sure if I remembered him.He used to gaurd the estate sometimes when my parents were busy almost a babysitter.Then he pointed to the sky, traced a rough circle with a halo above it—the sigil of the High Temple. Father’s temple. He knew who I was. Not just any child wandering the war-torn road. Raven Winterstar. Daughter of the Archdruid and the High Priest. The little winter star everyone in Arcadia Prime used to smile at in the market squares.

“It was not half-blood children. It was a house that murdered a child to take what it wanted… and let us blame the child’s blood instead. A house that watched us guard its secret for six hundred years… by clinging to our oath.” She straightened. Old. Steel-grey. Terrible. And for the first time in centuries awake. “The oath stands,” Lysandra Morrigane said. My heart stopped. “But it was always sworn against the murderer of a Morrigane child,” she continued, “not against Morrigane children themselves. We simply chose the wrong target.” Her eyes held mine. “For six hundred years.” She looked at me differently now. At my child. “Your child, Ariadne Voss, is not what our oath names. Your child i

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”