Astrea Record Novels & Stories

That kind of thing would rot anyone from the inside. “And what happened?” I finally ask, swallowing hard. “What became of Astrea?” Pandora gives me a long, heavy look before she exhales. “Kaelor happened.” She says it without blinking. “He decided years of brotherhood meant nothing. Chose to chase Astrea instead. He even threatened war against Raegon over her.” She lets out a sharp scoff. “That bastard did all of that knowing very well that Astrea’s heart belonged to Raegon.”

Something else. Hearing my thoughts, the vision before me tilts her head slightly as some of her glow recedes, making her appear less vibrant, less blindingly bright. As our gazes meet, her beautiful cornflower blue eyes glow a little less violet. “It’s still me, Sylvester,” she grins sweetly and my heart settles. “But I am also…more, I guess. I’m Astrea too.”

A single word, flickering through every console, every satellite, every piece of Mira’s forgotten design: > ASTRA.ROOT

|ASTRAEA| As I walked away from Haiti, the throbbing in my head intensified, the voices growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. It was as if a storm was raging inside my mind, threatening to consume me whole. Raeya noticed my distress and hurried to my side, concern etched on her features. "Astraea, are you alright?" I shook my head, trying to block out the voices that echoed in my mind. "I don't know what's happening. I keep hearing... things."

the woman said quietly. Freya forced herself to speak despite the unease climbing beneath her skin. “Who are you?” The woman tilted her head slightly. Then after a long silence, she answered. “My name was Astraea.” Was. Not is. Freya noticed immediately. Eros did too. “You’re celestial,” he said flatly. Astraea’s expression shifted faintly. “Once.” The answer unsettled everyone. Kaelan folded his arms slowly. “That sounds ominous.” “You would know something about betrayal, wolf.”

She swooped too fast—slamming into me and knocking us both into a heap on the polished floor. “Stars,” she groaned, laughing. “Sorry, Mae! I got excited.” I burst into laughter as Caelora helped me up, brushing moon-threaded lint off my sleeves. “You’re still as dramatic as ever. Where have you been hiding?” Astrea stood and dusted herself off, her wings flickering with energy. “Here! I just started working under Master Iros. He says I have a natural eye for fashion and flair.” She made a showy gesture with her hands and struck a fake-curtsy.

Calia checks on me once a day, probably to make sure I'm not causing trouble. As the sun cast its gentle morning glow through the windows on the fourth day, a rhythmic knock on my door jolted me from my reverie. "Come in," I called out, my curiosity piqued. With a graceful stride, Astrea swept into the room, her wings elegantly folded behind her. It was evident she had flown up here, though she concealed her celestial appendages with practiced poise as she ventured further into the chamber. "Breakfast is served," she announced, her gaze sweeping over me with keen interest. "You seem to be up and ready."

I close the distance between us, Celeste instantly looks down at her feet, unable to bear our close proximity. I need to see her beautiful eyes. "Look at me baby" I whisper but it still comes out roughly, keeping my hands to myself with great difficulty because the moment I touch her I know I'll loose control. She hesitantly raises her head connecting those beautiful grey irises with my dark ones. My wolf purrs in my head in satisfaction. "I Theodore ,the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack accept you Celeste as my soultmate and the future Luna." I declare without breaking contact with her. My words are firm, I don't show an ounce of doubt to her.

"There were fuel purchases along the eastern route, signed travel authorisations, and private expenditure records, a receipt from Asteria, another for a ma–." I frowned. "Asteria?" Brandon looked at me in confusion before he nodded, "Yes, it is a luxury jewellery boutique. I figured you did some accessories shopping even though I know you have an executive for that." I didn't know why the bracelet in Vena’s room, the one she said belonged to her sister, Freya flashed in her mind. "When is that dated?" I asked as Brandon looked back at the screen "It appears you made the purchase shortly after one of those visits."