Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

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.

She fell into step beside me, casually adjusting the heavy silver pin on my cloak. "Lord Vane is complaining about the eastern trade routes again," Astrid murmured, her eyes scanning the courtyard. "He’s trying to leverage a marriage between his son and the Helka clan to secure the silver mines. You should wear the deep crimson velvet to the feast tomorrow. It’s the Helka clan’s color; it will subtly signal that the Crown is watching them." I stared at her. "I thought you were my seamstress." Astrid gave me a flat look. "I'm your Royal Companion. I am not a maid, Devanne. I'm here to make sure you don't accidentally insult a warlord, wear a rival's colors to a clan ceremony, or stab yourself

With that, he walks away. I don’t bother giving him one more look. Astrid. She is the most urgent problem that I need to solve now. A groan erupts through me and I kick the swivel chair in front of me. I don’t know what she was thinking during combat, but her moves were pathetic. I’ve seen younger wolves do better. Levi’s interest—and my dark sense of humour—was the only reason I watched that weak excuse of a fight. She’s a looker, that one.

another voice came from behind me. He wasn't alone. My mouth opened in a silent scream as four others surrounded us. They all had the same hungry look. "Let me go," I said while trying to sound brave with my shaky voice. The man leaned in and slowly began to sniff my neck. "You smell like him, the lord." "What are you talking about?" "Casper, he is marked. This one belongs to Lord Perez," he said to his cohort. They chuckled evilly, and the sound echoed off the alley walls.

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.

I had a movement at first I thought it might be a fox or a alone wolf, probably something small and harmless until I heard a voice,someone trying not to be overheard I went closer. “Astrid?” I murmured under my breath. I crept closer. I could almost smell the forest floor then I heard her words.“You see, it isn’t as simple as removing her,” Astrid’s voice said. “She’s…central. More than any of them understand. Her presence, her blood, it’s active.The wards, the patrols, even Malik…they all respond to her now.”

"Are you okay?" He tries to speak. His throat works, but nothing comes out at first. I really hope he'll say no so that I can unleash some madness on this shameless bitch. I thought I'd dealt with enough bitches for the day. Guess I was wrong. Lucky bitch number three. She gets to experience a taste of my insanity. "No," Hayden grits out. Oh, hell yeah. Astrid laughs in a mocking tone. "Aw, he's just shy. Aren't you, Hades? You used to love when I—"

He talks about his clan’s castle, which is so far north that it hardly sees sunlight, about hunting in the forests during his childhood, and about breaking his leg as a boy—climbing down into Glen Ghealach to discover an old temple dedicated to the Elderwolf. Even though he was frustrated with me that first morning, he doesn’t press too hard about the collar. “You know, some would consider it an honor to wear,” he tells me one morning. "Like who? Isla?" I fold my arms. She practically melted over him when we first got to the castle. I bet she’d love to be his. A slow smile creeps onto Ethan’s face at that. "Yeah. Just like Isla." I frown and tell him to go away.

ASTRID’s POV “Astrid, baby, your food is ready.” “Hey, Husband.” He grabbed my waist and we kissed passionately. “I need to eat, Ethan,” I said in between kisses, but he pulled me back and placed me on the table. “I need to eat you out first.” He stripped me naked and I opened my legs wide for him. He placed his tongue on my clit, I moaned softly, then he placed his lips on mine and pushed two of his fingers inside my pussy and I screamed.

Astrid stood smugly beside him, a glass of beer in her hand, she had served him. “Where were you?” he growled, his eyes darkening in anger. I tried talking, but the words felt trapped in my throat. “probably whoring herself around,” Astrid snickered. Hades growled, the room vibrating “leave,”