Astrid R34 Novels & Stories

Astrid's room was at the end of the corridor. I burst through the door to find her floating three feet off the ground, silver light pouring from her in waves. Her eyes were pure white, unseeing, power flowing through her like a river that had broken its banks. "Astrid!" I called. No response. She was lost in the awakening, consciousness overwhelmed by suddenly accessible power. Draven appeared at my shoulder. "Can you contain it?" "I can try." I pulled my own power, creating a shield around us to keep the surge from affecting the rest of the pack. "But I need to ground her. Connect her to something that anchors her back to herself."

Was he interrogating Ryder already? Finally, Adam came back into the room and behind him was a breathtaking god dressed in a black silk Armani suit. His raven hair combed smoothly in place. He was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and for a while I thought he looked familiar. He was not wearing a stud on his ear and the guy I was looking at now was ten times classier than the Ryder I met at the bar. It was almost hard to believe that this was the same guy. “Hello, Astrid. We meet again,” he said.

The door creaked lightly as I leaned in. My breath stopped. Astrid was on her bed, eyes shut, one hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, the other clutching her phone like she was staring at something. Her thighs tensed, rising slightly. Her bottom lip was between her teeth. “Rhett,” she whispered. Fuck. I stood there, nailed to the floor. My blood ran cold. She didn't see me. She didn't know I was there. She arched slightly, her breath hitching as she pressed deeper. Her back curved, her body trembling softly. Her hair spilled around her face, the tank top she wore riding up just enough to tease the swell of her breasts.

Astrid answered in her head, maintaining what she did earlier, meditating with closed eyes. "(Ahh I see, that Hugo, huh? Well, I don't like Alpha, so I am not interested,)" Omega rejected Astrid's request. "(What!?)" Astrid yelled and got distracted by her emotions, so her eyes suddenly opened with a crumpled facial expression. "Oh, what happened?" Riva asked with concerned eyes. "Tch," Astrid responded. "She said she doesn't like Alpha, so she's not interested," Astrid added. "I see, do it again," Old man Benjamin spoke.

Adrian “Mum, I’m not a kid,” “No, I’m fine,” I peeled my eyes open slowly. Astrid was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me and her phone pressed against her ear. She scratched her hair and groaned. “Jesus.” She pulled her phone away from her ear and stared down at it before returning it to her ear. “It’s 4:29 am. It’s too early,” she muttered and then fell silent.

He drops the coins in and we pass through pulling into the airport shortly after. Astrid wipes her hands down her body slowly as if by magic her appearance changes as her hands go down. Her black hair is now blonde, her bright blue eyes now hazel. Her skin went from a light tan to a pale white. I think she even grew a few inches. Her legs are now maybe 3 inches longer. Her outfit now changed to a leather jumpsuit that covers her legs and arms.

“You're boring. If you weren't my sister, I wouldn't stand ten feet near your radar. Latoya's sister actually knows how to have fun.” “Keep your voices down,” Ria complained from her bed and turned toward the wall. “Tell your best friend to loosen up,” Astrid shot back. “We're not living in the Stone Age. A seventeen-year-old can have sex.” “You need to go home,” I said. Astrid laughed, slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and tossed it toward the closet. Even half dressed she looked like a magazine model. Perfect features. Elegant posture. Effortless beauty.

Astrid excelled at mock fighting. She even had her own sword, Shatter, and had made friends with young women who were of an age to remember her from before but, strangely, didn’t. Had she been so different as a fourteen year old? Rolf seemed to think so. Unwisely, she had lain with him, simply because she had drunk too much ale and he had been pursuing her for ages. Now, it seemed, he wanted more and had even proposed an encounter with that middle-aged slave of his, the kind she knew too much about and didn’t want to repeat again.

“What is your name, dear?” “Astrid.” Astrid replied, looking down. She never expected to meet his mother this soon. What would happen now? “Astrid. How lovely.” His mother’s Greek accent rolled down her tongue freely. She was beautiful, standing tall at five feet, eight inches. That was two inches taller than Astrid and five inches shorter than Darius. Her eyes were the brightest brown, similar to Darius’s eye colour under the influence of good lighting. Her black hair was straight and long, reaching the middle of her back.

“Do that. Now go bathe and get ready for the ‘End of Winter Ball’ tonight. You’re covered in dust and you smell a little downwind.” Astrid nodded and looked fondly at the ageing man before walking back to the stronghold, wooden sword, longbow and daggers still in hand. Astrid appeared in the doorway at dinner that evening dressed in a gown of regal blue, with long sleeves and gold trim. A thin golden circlet was laid firmly on her head, across her brow and disappeared into her hair that hung in a soft wave down her back with the odd braid thrown in here and there for good measure. The occasional seed pearl peeped through the heavy hair and glittered in the evening light. All of the othe