Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

They'd be foolish not to. She was the last woman standing. The bride of Zeus. Luna of the NightShade pack. Tara wore a flawless smile as the mating ceremony rites were performed. Zeus was yet to come to the event, as well as June who was in her quarters, contemplating on what to do should Tara become Luna. Tara's hatred for her was not news. In fact she believed that if Tara became Luna, her life's mission was as good as over. Nevertheless, she left the Alpha's house in a blue tortoise dress. The beautiful dress hugged her skin and was fit for a queen. If she had a bit more flesh, then it would leave a mind numbing experience.

This would mean that Selene had staged the whole show, and people would stop worshiping her and start hating her once again. After figuring out everything, Astrid smiled wickedly, “Selene, you still have no idea who you are dealing with. I am Astrid, and it is not that easy to defeat me. You wanted to play the hero, right? Then I am going to make sure that your heroic act turns into your worst nightmare.”

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.

Blaze started looking up her birth records and sure enough, she was a twin. As Blaze continued to dig through the records, his eyes scanned the screen with a mixture of fascination and concern. "Guys, I think I found something," he said, his voice low and serious. "Astrid's twin sister, Astris...she's been working with Astrid all along." Rain's eyes widened, his mind racing with possibilities. "You mean, she's the one who's been helping Astrid make it seem like she's everywhere at once?" he asked, his voice filled with understanding. Kira nodded, her expression grim. "Exactly. They've been using their twin connection to make it seem like Astrid is more powerful than she really is." The packr

I felt my nipples harden instantly, Jayce’s eyes flickering down, making me internally curse Livvy for having me wear this revealing dress. Belle had taken Mason’s attention away, rubbing her hand up and down his arm as she complimented his attire and how the color made his eyes pop or something along those lines. “I…I…I’m Tara,” I said, feeling like some drugged up mental patient. He smirked, although it never reached his eyes, but still made me clench my thighs. “Yes, Tara…Strider,” he said, finally letting go of my hand, “And this is Maribel Lee.”

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

I don’t think blue blood has annoyance in their dark self. “Was it?” Aaron asked me with a challenge in his eyes. He was looking at me with the knowledge that he knows it meant more than the hunt. I was being the Huntress that day and at that moment with him. I was simply Astrid Larsen, a Norwegian girl that can speak Romanian and wicked skills, among other things. I was not good at flirting but Aaron made it so easy when I was talking with him. He was charming and friendly. Not to mention that his eyes were emerald green and his hair was black as coal. I sighed inwardly when I was staring at him right now.

Crackling over hidden wires came his words, sharp against the hush of high walls and cold chandeliers. "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, his voice deep and wise. "An Alpha is incomplete without his mate, just as the night is incomplete without the moon. Today, under the witness of the Moon Goddess and the eyes of the world, we gather to witness the union of two souls. Leon Vareth Targarion has chosen his Luna, and today, House Targarion welcomes Rhea Valeria into our eternal embrace." Breath stuck in my chest. Sweetness dripped from Paul’s voice, nearly wiping out the memory - this very man claiming yesterday I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

His female stands beside him looking every bit the little lady she is. “Oh, sorry, Topaz, this is my Mate Astrid, I still can’t believe I was given a mate. Astrid this is Topaz, the High Priestess Of the underworld. Topaz was my favourite person growing up” I just laugh and shake Astrids hand. “Nice to meet you, Darnick has told me so much about you” Astrid tells me, and I have to admit there is not a single big evil in her soul. I guess I can trust her with my little Squirt.