Astral Apostle Novels & Stories

Her heart thudded with adrenaline and exhaustion, but her mind was burning with what she had discovered. She had a gift—a rare one. Astral projection, or something like it. A soul-walking power not known to wolves. A power coveted by witches, kings, and monsters alike. Now she understood why her father hid her. Why was Alexandro warned? Why had Maeron come for her? They weren’t here just to torment her. They wanted what she had. And if she didn’t use it wisely… they might succeed.

Tasha sneers and even Naomi gasps. "Tasha, you can't say things like that." Naomi says, turning towards her friend who rolls her eyes. "Fine, sorry, that was too far." Tasha curls her lip and glares at me again. "Just stay away from Abaddon. I'm pretty sure he's my mate, just so you know. I'm the one he comes to when he wants some relief or some fun, other girls have tried to take my place but they never do. You won't be able to either."

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

“Get off her!” Apollo growled at Rita. Rita winced but was forced to obey his order. His aura was too dominating. I, too, staggered to my feet, wincing. The moment I looked at him, my blood froze. He stood there, tall and as dark as blackest night creeping into the ruins. His midnight-blue hair was disheveled and he had a stubble worth at least two days. A dark rumble escaped his throat.

“I have to admit, when I heard about you fucking a demon, I expected a smarter woman. You know, someone who can actually deal with the pressure of being in the presence of a dark one like that. You can imagine how surprised I was when I first heard that you were here in the basement.” “How the fuck?” I asked, turning to look at my parents who avoided my eyes. His eyes hardening as he glared at me. His eyes were void of emotion, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he studied my expression. “Don’t worry, I was just as surprised when I found out about you.” He said, looking at Annalise for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at

And they will respond accordingly. The sky above us darkens unnaturally, clouds spiraling inward toward a distant point. The faultline inside me thrums with warning. The Reverent stiffens. Attention spike. Multiple high-order presences aligning. Blake exhales shakily. “How many is multiple?” I don’t answer. Because I feel it. A pull—deep, inexorable—like Midnight itself is being marked on a cosmic map. Something vast turns its gaze toward us, not curious. Calculating.

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.

"They're already waiting for you." The research center's lab was even more advanced than I imagined. One of the elderly men, wearing a white lab coat, was introduced to me as Professor Uriah Emerson. Before the apocalypse, he was the country‘s top virus researcher. He was holding my blood test report with trembling hands.

“What did he do to you?’ I shook my head, feeling dizzy, unable to say a word. His aura turned dark. His jaw tightened and so did his grip on me. The door opened and the seer stepped out. “What did you do to her?” “I only followed the right procedure. Forgive me if I had hurt you, Luna” “Did you find out who the witch is?” Lukas asked. The seer's gaze lingered on me for a few seconds. I tensed up. “No. Alpha Lukas. I checked all of them and none of them is one. It seems my vision was wrong” he bowed deeply in apology. “So it was a false alarm? I ought to put you in jail for this, but I'll forgive you just this once”