Astra Star Novels & Stories

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves, and looked around. And then she saw her. Astra stood in the center of the room, her figure silhouetted by the faint moonlight that filtered through the cracks in the walls. She was alone, but her stance was commanding, as if she were waiting for Isla to step into the center of some larger ritual. The rogue’s eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and something darker—something more serious than Isla had seen before. “You came,” Astra said, her voice low, as though speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile silence around them. “I wasn’t sure you would. Most people would run, hide, or bury their heads in the sand.”

The stars were clearer now, as if they’d waited for the clouds in my mind to lift. My phone buzzed. For a second, I thought it might be Katherine. But it was a text from Henry. “Astra is currently at the shopping mall.” I sat back down heavily. Shopping freely with my money while acting two-faced to me. She was trying to keep Katherine and me apart. To stop us from communicating. And for some twisted reason, she didn’t want us to unite as a family. The rage that rose inside me wasn’t like the earlier fury. This one was sharper. More focused. Astra wasn’t just manipulating anymore. She was sabotaging.

On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly. “Thank you, Mr. Spencer. This is the most special gift I’ve ever received.” Ryan didn’t say anything. But the way he looked at her was unmistakable. Soft. Indulgent. I had only ever seen that look on his sixteen-year-old face. After that year, I never saw him smile like that again. So stars fall after all. And moons get abandoned. Before I could steady my breath, the gala moved into the charity auction segment. The host announced loudly from the stage,

Tomorrow the Prophecy Child would die. Aria sat alone in her stone cell, the heavy chains still wrapped around her wrists. The runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, constantly draining her power. A single candle flickered on a narrow ledge near the wall, its small flame casting dancing shadows across the rough stone surfaces. For hours she watched it burn, her thoughts drifting far beyond the bars that held her. The flame was small and fragile, yet it refused to surrender to the darkness. It reminded her of someone. Of Ryan. The thought brought a sad, bittersweet smile to her lips, small but undeniably real in the dim light.

That slap left Lucian utterly dazed. He cupped his face and even forgot to cry. I stopped looking at him. My gaze cut back to Lyra like a blade. "One last question. "The Ashveil Order's tradition, kept for a thousand years, says the Harvest Moon Banquet is held to welcome new members. "Why did tonight's turn into one student's birthday feast? "Lyra Moonglass—is this how you lead this Order?" A cold, killing edge had crept into my voice.

Astra is known to be a boyish ball so it won't be far away that she had a crush on her. A smile flashed again on Astra's lips as she saw one of Scarlett's fingers move, an indication that she was awake. She slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes immediately widened at the woman with a wide smile. "Scarlett, you're fine and awake. I'm so very thankful and happy," she said immediately "Astra ... Ho... How did you find out what happened to me? And ho... how ... that you also know... my true name," she stuttered a bit answer. Her tears were dripping. She couldn't stop crying.

He would be out for a while, but when he woke up, he would kill her for sure. Astra had to run. Again. Quickly, she stuffed some food from the kitchen into a small bag, along with a knife and a blanket. As she reached for a water bag, a strange pain shot through her wrist. "Ow!" she gasped, dropping the flask. The pain increased, spreading up her arm. Astra rolled up her sleeve and watched in horror as dark marks started to appear on her skin, forming a pattern like a crescent moon surrounded by stars.

In the middle of the chamber stood a lone figure. A young woman dressed in robes woven from starlight. Her long silver hair fell to her waist. Her eyes glowed like galaxies. She never turned around. "I've been waiting." Her voice echoed gently through the observatory. "For the Moon Queen." The Seventh Star on the crystal blazed brightly. "You are the Guardian of Stars," I said. She nodded. "My name is Astra." "I am the last of the Seven." As she turned to face us, the observatory filled with dazzling light.

she continued. "S-stella," Chase murmured gently, still speechless. "It's Star, sir!" said a girl who looks exactly like Stella. "Star! Hello, my name is Chase Roan Santi!" Chase recovered fast. He reached out his right hand. Star looked down at the man's palm as if he were afraid to touch it. His smile remained as the blood began to rise to both of his cheeks. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Chase." -END-

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.