Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

Behind me, howls erupted. I turned—and my heart soared. The North Star pack had arrived. They poured over the ridge in a wave of white and silver, their blue eyes blazing with ancient fury, their voices raised in a battle cry that shook the very mountains. They moved as one creature, flowing down the slope like an avalanche of fur and fangs and frozen wrath. At their head ran a figure I recognized—Astrid, Stellan's grandmother, her ancient form somehow terrible and beautiful in equal measure. Even at her age, she moved with the speed and grace of a wolf half her years, her silver fur streaming behind her like a banner of war.

“But your friends are right. You should go with someone who is like a slap in the face for Bryan. Someone that Geena herself would drool over. You already know she has envied you all her life. Even though she has Bryan now, it’s still a hard habit to break. So, I suggest you show up happy to that wedding… should you choose to go, that is.” “But Adam… how will I get a dream guy like that to fall for me in three weeks? Considering, I don’t even know where to find one!” Adam chuckled and then he said, “Oh, little Astrid. Your soul is too good, you don’t know how to conjure evil plans, do you?” “What?” “Find that guy, Astrid. Smoking hot! That’s all you need to do.” “Where?” He shrugged. “You go

the manager explained the detail of the ring that caught Ashley's eyes. "Astrid? Ten million dollars?" Ashley gasped in amazement. "That ring was called Astrid, which means divinely beautiful," Miss Lily explained. Seeing the two women only focused their eyes on Astrid, Ashton went to join them. "Mr Grey, looks like Miss White is interested with Astrid. Should I take it out so she could try it on? What do you think?" Miss Lily spoke immediately right after Ashton reached them. "Oh, no no no... That's just too expensive. I'll just get a regular one," Ashley refused instantly, didn't want to trouble Ashton to buy her an over-priced wedding ring.

Magnus I bit back a smile at the look of utter fascination playing across Astrid's face as she watched Meredith do a dramatic twirl and an exaggerated bow. "My name is Astrid Tau; I'm the most awesome, the strongest, and the fairest of them all." I breathed out a laugh and tightened my arms around Astrid. "That's genuinely very disturbing," she said in response to Meredith's parody, even though her lips had begun to curl up in a smile slowly. "Also, I do not sound like that at all."

“I guess he’s waiting for the gala. But he put Zara to sleep with the Oak Ridden Root. Oh, and he has a daughter. Lucia. Turns out, Lucia and Storm are mates.” “No way!” Astrid said. I giggled. For a moment, it felt like we were just old friends gossiping. It was nice. I filled her in on some of the weird stuff that had happened – Adrian breastfeeding, Storm’s crazy outfits, our plan with the black rocks. We chatted easily, almost as though Astrid wasn’t in a cage dressed like a ballerina and there wasn’t a war back at home with our packs. But then a voice interrupted us.

“Problem solved.” I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see Astrid holding the banister as she made her way down in heels. She wore a skintight black dress. Her cleavage was on display, given the low-cut of the neckline. Her long hair was in curls and a lot thicker than it normally was. Along with the dark makeup around her eyes and the pink shine to her lips, she looked like she was begging to be fucked.

“Yep. If you won’t come to me, then I figure I did bring the party to you. I wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.” “Good to see you, buddy,” I say, my voice firm, betraying none of the guilt gnawing at me. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with you, just… you know how it is. Busy with work.” He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that makes me feel like a complete bastard. I look at him trying to see the man I’ve known for years, but all I see is Astrid. Astrid is the spitting image of his father but in a feminine form. She takes after the feminine side of her mom, the slender curvy body, the striking ginger hair and height.

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.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

"You think you can protect her? You think you can save her from the truth?" Kaidën had a resolute expression on his face. His snarl said, "I will do whatever it takes to keep Astrid safe," Xylara laughed as cold as ice. She said, "We will see about that," and then abruptly jerked me through a secret doorway. As Xylara pulled me farther into the center of the spirit realm, I staggered, confused. Behind us, I could hear Kaidën's roar of rage, but I knew he could not keep up with us.