Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

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.”

“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

Adeleid, one of the Sotiras members and ranked 3rd frowned slightly at President Knox arrogant words. As Gray introduction was finished, Adeleid also have a big and bold characters popping up beside her, following suit at introducing herself. Name: Adeleid Merri Age: 22 years old System: System Dhalia Ability: Frost Snow Sword Origin: Dhalia Home Town Frozen Lake Rarity: Scarce Identity: Sotiras HS3 Special Circumstances: Babying System Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Sotiras Strongest Hero Swordswoman’

Tara finds me first. "Hey, girl!" I call, lifting a hand. Tara lights up immediately and comes barreling toward me like a blonde missile. "CAT!" She wraps me in a hug hard enough to crack ribs. "You smell aggressive today," she says brightly as she steps back. "I saw Sandra before eight a.m." Tara winces. "Damn. That's rough." Tara is a wolf from Red Ridge, the neighboring pack. Blonde, blue-eyed, outgoing, loud, fearless. The type of girl who could wear a crop top during a snowstorm and somehow survive through pure confidence alone.

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.

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.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and