Astrid Novels & Stories

Signed, sealed, delivered. My relief lasts about half a second—until the very person I’m trying to avoid slides out of the oversized SUV Edric arrived in. Of course. Astrid always makes sure every inch of her is on display. This time it’s leather—tight, gleaming, hugging every curve. She glides over on impossibly high heels, her face painted in insult and outrage. “How dare you,” she snarls, storming toward me. “You fucking bastard.” “Don’t interrupt,” Edric snaps, spinning on her. “You kept vital information regarding this situation to yourself. We’ll have to discuss that.”

“It’s all part of the plan." “The plan?” she let out a dry laugh. “It’s a good thing I’m aware of your plan, then. I can help. You don’t need her.” Surprised, his eyebrow jolted up. “You are?” “She has something you need.” Dax frowned, his eyes lingering on her chest, its luring rise and fall, as she slowly closed the distance between them. “I found out.” Astrid leaned forward. “I watched her. Ava might be a runt, but she’s no ordinary runt. She can control things with her mind.” She whispered in his ear, shamelessly rubbing herself all over the cautious alpha.

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

Turning Astrid looks almost embarrassed by our show of I want to say affection but honestly it is just pure filth going through Adira’s mind right now. “Ok, take your position, Adira, we need you to show Astrid and Autumn some of the easiest ways to keep Ajax from actually pinning you” Ares tells my tart of a wolf, who is still purring at our mates. ‘Adira concentrate, Astrid needs us’ My wolf pouts but takes her stance.

Astrid’s voice tore through the mental and physical chaos of the battlefield. Breaking all tactical logic, Astrid launched herself across the clearing. She didn't shift into her wolf form; she used her raw, blistering Lycan velocity to vault over a pile of mechanical debris. She threw her heavy, burning body directly into the path of the drone’s firing line just as the machine unleashed a hail of silver-coated projectiles.

Matrona meant great mother, and Ren found this comforting in theory, but unsettling in practice. Murmuring another incantation, the lights flickered again before bursting into life, and Ren regained his breath just as Astrid's eyes opened. “Her name’s not Carla. Her name is Makena Blackwell. Daughter of Vektor and Freya Blackwell.” Ren's mouth dropped open when Astrid mentioned where she was from. He was familiar with the Blackwells of the South, his own territory. Vektor occupied the final seat at the Round Table, and their lineage was far from royal.

And even without trying, she looked seductive to want to make her mine. “You are not useless,”I said with a straight face. She stared at me, warmth flickering in her eyes. Her fingers twitched as she pressed her lips together and blinked down on her feet. “Now go! Go change your clothes,” I cleared my throat, brushing past her as she looked down on the flour covering her apron. “I will,” she muttered. Breakfast came a little later than usual, but after I had taken breakfast, I left for work. My drive to my company was smooth. Soon, I got to my head quarters, Krull enterprises, it towered over the city skyline, almost hard to miss even if you weren't looking into details.

KAVEH The engine hummed steadily beneath us as I gripped the steering wheel tighter because even though she had easily agreed, a part of me was still wound and restless. Astrid sat in the passenger seat in a dress that was twice her size, the only thing I could get on short notice. I made a mental note to stock her wardrobe and filed the thought away. Right now, all my attention was on her. Her body was rigid, gaze fixed on the passing city lights as evening fell. I could see the way she fought back tears—jaw clenched, eyes glistening but refusing to spill.