Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

Now and then, my eyes stole glances at mom and Jeff. Huh, look how they laugh together like a love-drunk couple. That's disgusting to me. "Oh, dude," shouted Astrid, getting off the bike. She immediately hugged me "why is it so suddenly? What about Arley? Asked Astrid. She's the only friend I have. She has exotic brown skin with shiny black hair, and she has long lashes and an oval face like mine. There is one dimple on her left cheek. It adds to the sweetness of her face.

“Maybe he can talk some sense into Ketil.” “No, that’s not why I want to see him,” she said. Apart from a friendly face, she desired counsel on the border depredations which had depleted livestock and seen women carried off. Since the leader of the mercenaries was no longer an option, and Sigurd was either brooding or sulking somewhere, it had to be him. Orm was far too young and impulsive, despite being slightly older than her. “Why do you not take a walk in the maze? You can tell me what you think to it, afterwards.” Astrid brightened. “I watched them re-assembling it. It was fascinating,” she said, tossing an apple up into the air and catching it. “What a good idea of yours, my Queen.”

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.

The most physical comfort I've seen him offer anyone. Callum looks at the documents. "Petra Adair. Is she working for Pryce?" "We don't know yet," I say. "But we need to find out." Isobel has a preliminary background on Petra Adair within the hour. She lays it out on the study desk with the efficient brevity of someone who has learned to deliver bad news quickly. At this point she doesn't even surprise me. I'm used to her being so efficient Petra Adair. Thirty-one years old. Independent fundraising consultant. Moderate social profile. No obvious pack affiliation in any public record.

She had dainty gossamer wings and long pointed tips to her ears. Astrid was tall, lithe and blond. Her hair braided into several sections that all came together into one long thick braid that came over her shoulder and hung to her waist. She had the most purest pale blue eyes and her pale complexion was covered in freckles. She looked strong and fierce like a warrior but grinned with a friendly warmth as Aria shook her hand. "I am pleased to meet you." Astrid said, her European sounding accent thick. "As am I." Yolanda agreed with a matching welcoming smile as she also shook Aria's hand.

"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 roughened. "I knew something was different about her.

October in Tennessee is beautiful, the colors of Autumn, the cool breeze, football, bonfires, what is not to love? Astrid had moved to the beautiful small town of Townsend, Tennessee when she was 25, about 10 years ago, with her family and childhood best friend. She Has a husband (Kilian) and her three daughters, Helga (17), Ingrid (15), and Freya (14). Gunther (Gunny) made the decision in 5th grade to never leave Astrid’s side. He and Astrid had been best friends since kindergarten. She lived a quiet life, Kilian a contractor and Astrid owned a metaphysical store.

Astrid sighed because of that, because that cycle might have had some delays with her family too, and she is here to make up for the debt. Please remove the petals on the bed. I will like to rest once I am done with my bath," Astrid said. Astrid went inside the bathroom and was shocked to see that the bathtub was also with petals floating in the water. Astrid laughed aloud; she couldn't hold it anymore. "Andrew loves petals this much," she decided not to say anything and just enjoy her bath. While Astrid was enjoying her bath, Claudia came inside, saying, "Sorry I am late."

She wore black breeches. “Yeah,” I nodded, continuing up the steps. “I’m Willa, by the way. I could always show you around the pack, and maybe even the entire South. So glad I was born in this part of Veridian.” Her feet tapped on the cobblestones as she fell into step beside me, a soft laugh escaping her throat. “I would gladly appreciate that. I’m Astrid.” I took her outstretched hand and shook it. We walked in comfortable silence until we reached the training field.