Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

“They’re saying Thalia’s disgraced. She's been locked up.” I hugged her, hiding my smirk. She didn’t know I’d spun the web that trapped Thalia. “Good riddance,” I muttered into her hair. “She won’t hurt you again.” Tara hovered, wringing her hands. “She’s not well, Vexley. Look at her. Shaking like a leaf.” “I’m not a leaf,” Astrid snapped. A spark of her old fire flared. She tried to stand but wobbled. Franka caught her elbow, steadying her.

Unable to contain himself, he stood up abruptly. “Dad, have you lost your mind? Senna is dead! How could it be her? Sit down!” Astrid, already fuming, yanked him back into his seat, her expression dark with rage. “She looks just like her! Aside from that beauty mark, they’re practically identical…” Even Astrid’s mother seemed shaken by the resemblance. Amid the roaring applause, Zara walked toward the stage with an air of grace and confidence. Just as she stepped onto the platform, Magnus made his entrance.

She almost bursts out crying. "I apologize if that offends you, but..." "No! It's a good idea." Astrid answers and James nods, leaving the tent so she can change. It takes the four of them a while as the armor is heavy and they never put one on before. But after Bella braids her hair in a style similar to that of the king, and with the cape over her head, Astrid looks like a shorter, skinnier version of the king. "It's dark." Tamara tries to sell it to James.

Magic scarred this place. A clearing opened ahead—and standing at the center, waiting like she'd known Liana would come, was Astrid. She wore a gown of midnight leather. Her eyes gleamed obsidian. Her hair had grown wild, long and silver-black. Behind her stood Ronan, arms crossed, amused. But Liana barely saw him. Only Astrid. Only her mirror. "You came," Astrid said, her voice neither warm nor cruel. Just... resigned. Liana stepped forward, ignoring the growls behind her. "You remember."

She snapped her gaze toward him so fast he stumbled backward. “Don’t say her name,” the thing hissed. “She is not here.” My heart dropped into a pit. “No,” I whispered. “No. She is here.” Her eyes flicked to mine. For one fragile second, the blackness wavered. Silver tried to push through, like drowning starlight. Her lips parted. “Sebastian…” Her voice. Her voice. I grabbed her arms, grounding both of us. “You’re stronger than him,” I breathed. “You’re Astrid Valen, heir of the First Luna—”

She was safe. But Astrid— Astrid was facing Ardan. And she was going to end him. Ardan stumbled to his feet, rage twisting his face. "You—" Astrid didn’t let him finish. She struck—fast, deadly, unstoppable. She was pure fury. For Elara. For Ryker. For all the pain he had caused. She didn’t stop. Not when he screamed. Not when the power tore through him like lightning. Not when he fell.

She fell into step beside me, casually adjusting the heavy silver pin on my cloak. "Lord Vane is complaining about the eastern trade routes again," Astrid murmured, her eyes scanning the courtyard. "He’s trying to leverage a marriage between his son and the Helka clan to secure the silver mines. You should wear the deep crimson velvet to the feast tomorrow. It’s the Helka clan’s color; it will subtly signal that the Crown is watching them." I stared at her. "I thought you were my seamstress." Astrid gave me a flat look. "I'm your Royal Companion. I am not a maid, Devanne. I'm here to make sure you don't accidentally insult a warlord, wear a rival's colors to a clan ceremony, or stab yourself

Meanwhile Frederick and Aria stared at themselves before they finally disengage from the hug and watched as Astrid walked towards them with long strides. They watched for the first time as she shifted to her human form, her long braided hair changed to brown curly hair, her grey eyes changed to brown colour. This was the first time for Astrid to shift to her human form. Frederick and Aria were surprised to hear the word ‘ Mate ’ from her mouth. Frederick was shocked the most, this was the first time he was actually meeting Astrid. He had only heard of her as the princess of Naal city but had never seen or met her until today.

Lady Astrid Silverskiöld said it as she walked into the room. She was taller than I expected, with broad shoulders and a lean build. Her pale-blonde hair fell down her back beneath a tailored black coat. She moved like asking permission had never occurred to her. Everyone in Luminara had heard the stories about Astrid. She collected pretty Omegas. She dressed them up, kept them close for a while, then tossed them aside the second she got bored. Cruelty was not a term she used for it. She called it “having taste.”