Astraea Danmachi Novels & Stories

Eynas assisted his queen in her seat. Astra put her face to his face. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm fine" she mumbled and turned her redhead in front of her broods. "Let's welcome, the first heiress of the Erasmus Kingdom!" She growls. "And I declare war among dragons and humans! We will restore our dragon power, the Heart of Magic from them! Scream for me! Scream!" Astra made an extreme growl and all of them made a rumbling sound.

Who is this? "Astra,"

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

He turned, leaving Darius standing in the doorway, torn between fury and something dangerously close to love. Outside, near the trees, Astra watched. Her eyes were wet, but her smile was sharp. “This isn’t over,” she whispered. Then she disappeared into the dark. Astra didn’t stop running until Kael’s house came into view. Her chest heaved, eyes burning, shame and fury twisting inside her. She slammed the door open, voice breaking. “Father!” Kael turned from the window, annoyance flashing. “What now?” She sank to her knees, trembling. “He…, Darius is mated to Wayne. I saw it. I felt it. The way he looked at him, the bond”

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

Then, without ceremony— The old traveler embraced her. Astra froze. Her hands remained at her sides. As though she had forgotten how to return a hug. Slowly... Very slowly... She lifted her arms. And embraced the Witness back. The Sea erupted with silver and gold light. The blooming tree burst into endless flowers. The forgotten lives cheered. The stars rearranged themselves again. Not into constellations. Into bridges. Connecting one another. Connecting every lonely light across the sky. The Keeper wiped tears from its face. Connection...

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

“Your wardrobe has been prepared for the season. Madam Dunia personally oversaw the selection.” Erika glanced toward the wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar to reveal rows of exquisite dresses, each one tailored for sophistication and control. She hesitated. “They’re beautiful,” she said, though the sight filled her with unease. “It seems Dunia has planned my wardrobe for the next century.” Astrid paused but didn’t look up. “Only the season, Luna.” Astrid moved to the bedside, deftly laying out a pale lavender dress with delicate embroidery. It was modest yet elegant, perfectly in line with what Dunia would expect. “Shall I help you dress, Luna?”

Her thick fur, a seamless blend of obsidian and smokey grey, shifted with each graceful movement, as if the night itself draped around her. But it was her eyes that held the true enchantment—twin amethysts glowing with an inner fire, deep pools of wisdom and untamed spirit. They gleamed like fragments of a twilight sky, holding secrets whispered only to the wind. Ah, I never knew that she could turn me into a poet, but I guessed that was what true love made you do. As a Gamma, Esther was the perfect balance between strength and strategy; a silent storm capable of turning into a tempest in an instant. Her flexible yet powerful frame moved with effortless precision, each step a dance of calcul

The Moonfall pack, even with the short truce between us, have made it publicly known that they won’t stay quite forever. A haunting thought washed over me, with the nagging question about what Alpha Damon will do now that Aurora is finally mated with Darius?