Astrid Novels & Stories

Magic scarred this place. A clearing opened ahead—and standing at the center, waiting like she'd known Liana would come, was Astrid. She wore a gown of midnight leather. Her eyes gleamed obsidian. Her hair had grown wild, long and silver-black. Behind her stood Ronan, arms crossed, amused. But Liana barely saw him. Only Astrid. Only her mirror. "You came," Astrid said, her voice neither warm nor cruel. Just... resigned. Liana stepped forward, ignoring the growls behind her. "You remember."

Magnus I bit back a smile at the look of utter fascination playing across Astrid's face as she watched Meredith do a dramatic twirl and an exaggerated bow. "My name is Astrid Tau; I'm the most awesome, the strongest, and the fairest of them all." I breathed out a laugh and tightened my arms around Astrid. "That's genuinely very disturbing," she said in response to Meredith's parody, even though her lips had begun to curl up in a smile slowly. "Also, I do not sound like that at all."

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the devil herself on the line. With a disapproving grunt, Astrid picked up the phone. “What do you want, Dreia?” “Ouch, is that how you treat your videographer?” Dreia asked, her voice bleeding out of the phone speaker, “slash video editor, slash–” “Hold on, what the hell are you talking about?” Astrid asked, massaging her temples from the impending headache.

“Good morning alpha. Alpha Martinez asked me to bring these to you –“ “Hold on. I think you’re making a mistake… I’m not your alpha.” Dylan interrupted, thinking the stranger in front of him was referring to Isabel and her dad. “Where is Isabel?” He didn’t wait for a reply and was already making his way outside the bedroom. “She’s on her usual morning run.” The stranger who was behind Dylan replied. ‘At least we have something in common.’ He thought to himself. “And you are?..” “Fernando. I’m a delta in the pack but currently, I’m at your service.” The stranger introduced himself, lowering his head in respect.

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!

The Velakar howled, blinded momentarily, and staggered back. Astrid, hovering above the battlefield, shone like a beacon through the mist. She extended her hand, and beams of pure celestial energy shot from her fingers, slamming into the Velakar’s ears, causing the creature to thrash wildly. It seemed to be losing control, its monstrous form battered from all angles. “Keep hitting it!” Astrid commanded from above. “It’s weakening!” For a moment, it seemed like victory was within their grasp. The creature was staggering, its movements slower and less precise.

Wolves in various states of shift filled the space, all facing the main gates where a group of unfamiliar wolves stood. At the center was a woman who could only be described as devastatingly beautiful. Tall, with platinum blonde hair that fell in waves down her back and ice-blue eyes that surveyed everything with cool calculation. She wore armor that looked both ceremonial and functional, and carried herself with the confidence of someone who’d never lost a fight. Dorian stood at the top of the steps, radiating enough Alpha energy to make the air shimmer. “Astrid Silvermoon. You’re three days early.” “I brought my warriors ahead of schedule.” Her voice was smo

My mind, however, was elsewhere. Astrid moved quietly around the table, pouring wine for the elders and respected pack members. Her long brown hair caught the torchlight with every step, falling like silk down her back. There was something about the way it moved that kept pulling my attention. The way a single strand would slip over her shoulder. The way it framed her small, delicate face. She looked so out of place here — fragile, beautiful, and completely unaware of how dangerous her presence had become to me. “Alpha Xavier,” Sari said suddenly.

Jabari asks, sniffing the air cautiously. Before anyone can answer, an elegant female in tailored leather armor steps out from the preparation chamber. Her scent carries the sharp, distinct bite of northern frost and ancient lineage. “Greetings,” she says, offering a graceful bow. “I was inspecting the trial grounds while you were all outside.” Garrick assesses her coolly. “Who are you?” “My name is Astrid Holloway,” she introduces herself smoothly. “It is an honor to join the trial broadcast.” Everyone nods, offering formal pack introductions.