Astrid Stormfly Novels & Stories

Wow, she never knew he could fly! "Wow!" Astrid mutters. The realization hit her that there were likely many aspects of the supernatural world and, specifically, about Blaze that still eluded her understanding. The colossal wolf, Wade, lowered his massive frame, demonstrating an innate understanding of the significant height difference. His powerful limbs folded beneath, creating a stable seating platform. Blaze's wolf extended his front paw toward her, indicating for her to ascend and find a secure perch upon its broad back. Astrid, still amazed, seized the opportunity, and began a deliberate ascent onto Wade's towering back. Her hands found purchase in the thick, coarse furs, gripping them

"But, Mamma, the young warrior they have guarding him is easily distracted. It would not take much magick to have him move his eyes from the door long enough to slide the letter under the door. I could, at least, confuse his vision with a spell for a moment. I am very quick, you know." "Ah, but Dóttir, there are eyes everywhere. It is not simply the guard that we must take unaware. No one must notice anyone unexpected near the hut. Your father's spies are on the lookout for anything even remotely suspicious. No, I will glamour myself," Astrid pronounced. "Old Sigrid is at home with an ailment of the lungs. I treated her just this morning with a tea and herbal steams. She will not be leaving

She lifts her hand and Aine pushes her huge head into it. "Where are they, baby girl?" Astrid asks and Aine flips her huge wings. "You know?" Astrid feels insane, but... looking in her dragon's eyes she realizes that her dragon wants to fly somewhere. She hesitates for a moment, but... what is her dragon really knows where Loras and Dracos are? Astrid shakes her head. She can deal with Tamara's rage at her recklessness tomorrow. Aine understands it's go-time and roars in the air excitedly.

"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.

Lyrien gasped, his hands feebly clutching at my forearms, "that Astrid isn't just a princess to be bartered. She has her mother's pulse. The moment she realizes what she is... you won't be able to lock enough doors to keep her." ​I shoved him back into the chair. My mind was racing. I thought of the way Astrid looked at me in the gym—the fire in her eyes, the way she didn't just take the spanking, but glared at me with a hatred that felt like a challenge. She wasn't just a 'Velvet' I could drape in lace. She was a storm waiting for a reason to break.

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.

Astrid shouted, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. I froze in my tracks, my anger simmering as I turned back to face her. “Pardon?” I demanded, my voice edged with disbelief and fury. “I, ASTRID SAFIYA, LUNA OF THE RED MOON PACK AND ALPHA OF THE BLUESTONE PACK, HEREBY BANISH YOU FROM EVER SETTING FOOT WITHIN THE PACK’S BORDERS,” She declared bluntly, her tone authoritative and firm. Her words stung like a blow, and a bitter scoff escaped my lips as I stormed toward her, my rage barely contained.

Speaking of the good-looking lawyer, my blood boiled when I remembered how tenderly he touched Astrid, as if she was a crystal ball. But she’s my crystal ball! At least that’s what everybody said to me. And even if I didn’t remember this, somehow I didn’t like the way he touched Astrid. They may be cousins, but they are still not related by blood. I don’t understand, but an ugly, unfamiliar feeling swept through me, I couldn’t resist telling the guy not to touch her. “Adam?” “I guess that’s his name,” I replied. “He said Astrid is buying me out. She will continue to run the business and will return my investment to me.”

A white wolf now tattoed onto my palm. Imelda reached forward, gripping my knife in her hand before slowing her palm. She tilted her hand over the goblet, the blood dripping in and making a hissing sound as it made contact with the smooth gold and began bubbling. “I Imelda Kolgrim, Queen of Godric. Accept our deal." A blue flame erupted from the goblet. My palm burned again; I watched as a blue flame consumed the wolf, and then they both vanished from my skin. I looked up at her, slightly confused—a wide grin on her face.

She whispers in the air, enough for him to hear. All elements went rogue. As Adhira turns into a monster that everyone fears, the ground starts shaking and unceasingly spanks. It was already raining fire in every kingdom, as all the waters turn into acid that could annihilate anything in an instant. The wind gets rough, and destroys anything it could pass through. There was sudden lavish darkness that made the entire realm disastrous. And right now, all they see is the girl levitating in the air, surrounded by an energy barrier while six dragons of different elements guarding her. Her blood-red eyes are piercing through their souls. Her hair turns black which resembles darkness.