Astrid Novels & Stories

“I want what every being of power desires—control.” Control? My mind raced, trying to piece together what she meant. Was she the one who had sent the wolf to attack us? Or was she something else entirely? “Who are you?” I growled, my patience wearing thin. She stepped closer, her movements graceful, almost serpentine. “I am Astrid,” she said, her voice lilting like a dark melody. “And I am far older than you can comprehend.” Astrid. The name sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t just the name; it was the way she said it, as if it carried centuries of history, power, and destruction.

ME: At the front of the house. Minutes later, the gate opens and Astrid walks out, the sight of her almost makes my heart stop, she’s dressed in a light navy dress that stops at her mid-thigh, her thick blonde hair is let out in waves, draping over her shoulders, she’s not wearing any make-up, but she looks dazzling either still. “Hey, Vixen.” I take her into my arms when she approaches me, breathing in her rosy scent, damn, this woman is going to be the end of me.

Her primal urge to eliminate those who had been intimate with her partner intensified. Instantly, her irises transformed into a ghostly bright silver hue, radiating like the luminous moon on a serene evening. He stared at her in disbelief, taken aback by the sudden change. "Mine! Freaking mine!" Astrid's animalistic snare echoed in the air as she fiercely clung onto him.

And then she walked back to the fire. Silvain was waiting. Not obviously. He was talking to Astrid about supply lines, his back partially to Marina's approach, but she knew by the set of his shoulders that he'd been tracking her direction the entire time. Astrid was Goldenridge's acting Alpha by default, twenty-three years old and moving through grief the way some people did, by turning it into pure function. She had her father's eyes, direct and measuring, and she looked at Marina the way someone looked at an equation they hadn't solved yet.

"I know this is difficult. It seems like we are demanding that you give up a pack member. But I am offering her a chance to live. To learn control. To become something more than a cautionary tale." "And what if she does not want to go? What if she chooses to stay, face whatever comes?" "Then we respect that choice. But she deserves to know the choice exists. Deserves to understand what she is before she burns for it." He was quiet for a long time. "What is her name?" I asked gently. "Astrid. Astrid Frostborn. She is... special. Kind. Too gentle for pack politics. Always preferred the forest to the fighting ring." His voice rough

She snapped her gaze toward him so fast he stumbled backward. “Don’t say her name,” the thing hissed. “She is not here.” My heart dropped into a pit. “No,” I whispered. “No. She is here.” Her eyes flicked to mine. For one fragile second, the blackness wavered. Silver tried to push through, like drowning starlight. Her lips parted. “Sebastian…” Her voice. Her voice. I grabbed her arms, grounding both of us. “You’re stronger than him,” I breathed. “You’re Astrid Valen, heir of the First Luna—”

"Astrid is a descendant of the Keepers." Stefan shook his head. "Not just a descendant. She is the Keeper—the last of their kind." The words sent a chill through the room. "But that’s impossible," Andrea muttered. She turned to Kaiden. "You said she’s wolf-less." "She is," Kaiden confirmed. "She’s never shifted. But she can feel the mate bond." Stefan frowned. "Shifters who haven’t found their wolves can’t feel the mate bond. Or use the mind link."

Just then Max rushes with Amber and Li hot on his heels. "Leave her Melanie" Max growls blocking the path. "Or what" she challenges. Max gets into her face "Or you will regret it" he whispers dangerously. Amber and Li comes and stands on either side of me. " Let's see who will regret it. Your social standing will fall drastically for being with this stray " she smirks. "Don't call her that" Max looks angry and frustrated. "Is she not a stray? our chief picked her up from the human world recently" she says loud enough for every one to hear.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."