Astrid Novels & Stories

Blaze started looking up her birth records and sure enough, she was a twin. As Blaze continued to dig through the records, his eyes scanned the screen with a mixture of fascination and concern. "Guys, I think I found something," he said, his voice low and serious. "Astrid's twin sister, Astris...she's been working with Astrid all along." Rain's eyes widened, his mind racing with possibilities. "You mean, she's the one who's been helping Astrid make it seem like she's everywhere at once?" he asked, his voice filled with understanding. Kira nodded, her expression grim. "Exactly. They've been using t

I could sense it. “You’re correct. My name is Astrid, I’m Jade’s wolf. I believe we ran together our first night here.” “We did. Cleo’s heart needed Jade deeply. You have no idea how grateful I am that you’re here for her. She mourns for Jade now.” Andromeda said sadly before I felt our connection break. Cleo shook her head, looking up at me confused before biting her lip and looking to Logan, the only person who wasn’t sporting a shocked expression.

Only one book was still missing, the one that had been left in the hammock. One windy evening, Magdalena was walking home when she noticed a ragged little boy walking along the dusty road, chewing on a piece of bread. She kept watching him, unable to explain why the sight had caught her attention. Then she looked more closely. She matched her pace with his and noticed that he was holding something in his other hand, a white hair clip with pink dots. The clip was dirty, but Magdalena could still make out its color and pattern. It was Sara’s hair clip.

I dragged myself off the mattress, bare feet on cold floor, and yanked the door open. A girl in her mid-twenties beamed up at me. Big brown eyes, brunette bun so tight it looked painful, tray of food balanced on one hand. She wore a neat charcoal work dress with the pack crest stitched over the heart. “Morning, Gamma-Luna!” she chirped. “I’m Astrid, your new personal assistant! The Alpha assigned me himself. I brought breakfast—poached eggs, salmon, fresh sourdough, and a triple-shot espresso because you look like you run on spite and caffeine. Also orange juice, but I can swap it for cranberry if—”

Lightning flashed across the heavens, and thunder answered with a deafening roar that shook the very ground. Aria stood motionless amid the wreckage. Her hair, once soft and dark as midnight, had transformed into a luminous grayish white that glowed faintly, as if moonlight itself had been woven into every strand. Her eyes no longer appeared human; they burned with an intense white light. They were brilliant, ancient, beautiful, and utterly terrifying.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

"Don't you see? EVERYTHING comes at a price mio il amore" He's not just a man, he is the man. He runs New York nothing comes in without him knowing and nothing will most certainly get out. Ruthless, cocky enigmatic, and assertive. Just a few words to describe him. Talia Cruz- A trauma nurse in one of the richest hospitals in New York. Young and successful and she's so proud of herself. Well, she should be, made an orphan at just 13 her and her older sister Iris, never thought they would make it this far. Now that she's 22 with a supportive job Iris can finally move back to their hometown leaving Talia to take on New York by herself. When Ta

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

again, Mother’s warning began to enter my mind, so I quickly walled off her counsel, knowing from experience that she would hound me to distraction for the rest of the day if I didn’t, and I needed to concentrate on the challenge ahead. I passed dozens of technical staff heading for work on a raised glass platform. It was one of many across the farmlands that controlled the machinery working over thousands of square miles of agriculture. Dresna was waiting at the station; his messy pale hair fell to his shoulders. He wore a white toga hitched around the middle, with baggy linen trousers tucked into his boots. We had been friends for years, despite being an unlikely pair.