Astrea Record Novels & Stories

Reina clearly understood Alta's stare. Alta's ears focus on listening to Reina speaking, while his eyes went to the other side. Reina wore a sleeveles spajama without bra, letting something behind it appear out of place. It was quit big, awakening the other side of Alta which had been struggling for a long time. "Why are you here?" asked Alta in sharp tone, deliberately turning his own desires aside. "Al, don't do that." Reina approached and stood before Alta with tears in her eyes.

I shrugged. “Asterion, what if it is one of the girls?” Melite shook her head. “If they are anything like us, they might not scream in fear at the sight.” Europa shrugged, smirking. Melite rolled her eyes. “Europa. Don’t be so vulgar. You were raised better.” she scolded. “Perhaps.” Europa shrugged. “I’ll put clothes on.” I said, wanting this to end. “Today’s tribute is…. Andromache!” Minos’ voice called out as I finished getting dressed. So another maiden.

*** Anastasia stood at the entrance of Athena Records, a grand and classical building nestled in the bustling heart of the city. Her heart raced. This was a defining moment for her. Today she would meet Christian Idzes, the renowned music producer known for being extremely selective about the artists he worked with. Next to her, Lyra smiled encouragingly and gently squeezed Anastasia's shoulder. "You're going to do great, Anastasia. You have incredible talent and I'm sure Christian will see that."

“You’re not supposed to be coughing up black goo.” Peggy watched the black drip from her aunt’s nose, her heart thudding in her chest. The black goo didn’t look like blood or mucus, and it had a strong smell… A smell of… “Turpentine,” Peggy whispered. “It’s ok, I’m not a rogue yet,” Astrea said, taking deep breaths. “I looked too closely at something. I was looking into the stars with the help of a friend and… It tried to separate me from the moon goddess.”

I brushed it softly and guided my finger through my neck, stroking my collarbones as softly as possible. I smirked watching him. His breathing was erratic and not once did those eyes deviate from me. Instead, they were glowing with a warning. A call for me to stop my shenanigans. The sensible Astraea may have stepped away from the mayhem, but that's what is interesting. This Astraea isn't sensible or cautious. She is a carefree reckless girl. Ready to get destroyed in the longing. My hands slowly stroked my curves, the thin cloth, only enhance my figure.

Blown away by the beautiful arrangement of dresses. As they walked in, her eyes settled on a dress, and for a full minute, she didn’t look away. “That’s the seventh edition of the Astra Veil from the House of CẾLESTE NOIR.” The brunette stepped in front of her, running her fingers through the sleek dress that caught the light with a soft opalescent shimmer. “We have seven of these in the world. This is the only one in Morvane. Do you want to take it?”

That alone should’ve meant something. The line went silent for a beat before Blake’s voice returned, softer now. “Lyd, I’ve been researching. After you left, I raided the pack’s library. I thought maybe… just maybe I’d find something about lost wolf bonds or stolen scents. But there’s nothing. No records. Not a single mention of how to recover a scent once it’as if there is nothing like it maybe it the first time.” Lydia’s chest tightened. “So it’s just…blank?”

Dark skin, pointy ears and short hairs. "Have you come to disrobe me again?" I demanded. The one on the left, Astrea, smiled warily. " Not exactly so but to prepare you for the day" With a wary smile, I allowed them entry, watching as they busied themselves with the preparations for the day ahead. But as Astrea's delicate fingers grazed a jar, a sudden sneeze erupted, unfurling a pair of translucent wings from her back. "Astrea! Stop sniffing the dust," her sister scolds, a note of exasperation in her voice.

"Forever and— The door to the pack house opens and Astria walks in with her backpack, frowning and flaring like someone pinched her cheeks. Way to take words out of my mouth. Azrael follows behind her with his phone in his hand and he doesn’t look very happy. “Astria, what’s wrong? And why are you both back so late?” I ask. She glances at Azrael and rolls her eyes. I raise my brows at her and she sighs. “Azrael was being annoying!” “She’s the reason why we’re back so late” Azrael chimes in, his height towering over his sister’s.

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.