Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

“But Astrid’s mother is dead… so…. It sucks that both of us are orphans.” “Eh…” Sanvika was confused. “Her mother is not dead,” Sanvika said. “She is dead,” Tariq said. “She told me.” “You lied to him?” Sanvika looked at Astrid, astonished. Astrid looked guilty. She sighed… “I did not want her to come to the wedding. So when Tariq asked me about my parents before the wedding, I lied to him that they are both dead.” “What?” Tariq jumped up.

Queen Tarah ruled Odeon since her husband’s demise and she had done a perfect job. He died trying to protect his family and she missed him dearly. She’d raised her children in the right norms and traditions of Odeon. Queen Tarah had a son who would take over the throne when it was time and a beautiful daughter. There names where Keon and Becka respectively. She was a sweet and going woman and she wasted no time taking Amira as one of her children.

She tied her silver blonde hair up in a messy bun and wrapped a towel around her body walking into the bathroom to wash down. At 25, Xara was 5’10 , quite tall but very short when she stood by her husband. She had oily olive skin and the most beautiful set of brown eyes. She wasn’t lanky, but had beautiful curves to compliment her height. What she loved mot about herself was her deep dimples. Her dimples were so deep that even if she didn’t smile they were beautiful A couple of minutes passed and she came out of the bathroom in her towel. She walked into her closet and picked a black spaghetti-strapped top and lose bum shorts revealing her long sexy legs and curves.

Whereas I always loved the system of high school. Aiden and I were never close. He was a closed-off child. But I and Amar were close after our mother's death. Amar was devastated but Gisele and his daughter helped him through and he also knew he had to be strong for us. Crystal slept in my lap so I offered to carry her to her room and Brenna left now that I was home. She was 2 and heavy for a child her age but we loved her so much. We all spoiled her rotten. And even Aiden loved her.

“I want what every being of power desires—control.” Control? My mind raced, trying to piece together what she meant. Was she the one who had sent the wolf to attack us? Or was she something else entirely? “Who are you?” I growled, my patience wearing thin. She stepped closer, her movements graceful, almost serpentine. “I am Astrid,” she said, her voice lilting like a dark melody. “And I am far older than you can comprehend.” Astrid. The name sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t just the name; it was the way she said it, as if it carried centuries of history, power, and destruction.

“She’s tired of being blown off.” “Blown off?” “Told no, turned away, given the shaft. You know, blown off.” Killan settles his intense gaze on me. “Astrid Shade has a thing for your boy toy.” “Killan,” Ronan growls, and I can almost feel the fury rolling off him. “You’re starting to piss me off.” “Who’s Astrid?” I ask again. “She’s from another pack,” Eve chimes in before Killan can stir the pot further. She shoots him an eat-shit-and-die glare as she adds, “She wants Ronan to agree to an arranged mating.”

His accent was gone, and it was Aiden's voice that called out. Aiden's hair grew in length, growing lighter in color. His masculine build thinned out, growing feminine curves. His nose grew smaller, his lips more defined, until June stood before me. Luna Maria's daughter stood before me, the twin of soon-to-be Alpha Connor. Her small frame was drowning in the large slacks and button-down shirt. "I am your enemy." June grinned, flashing me a pair of straight white teeth. Her voice was exactly how I remembered it, light with just a whisper of a sneer lurking within.

But of course, she had to control herself. "I am Garselle, and as of this moment, you will answer to me. I am your superior." she declared. Astrid eyed her from top to bottom; she was not dressed in shabby clothes and had on blue dress with flayed hands and jewelry to adorn herself. She had brown, long and curly hair and black-lipstick doused lips that had been scrunched in a scowl since she came in Garselle continued, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Your duty begins now. Your first task is to attend to Lord Ragnar's evening bath. Be quick.”

Adeena had a crush on him from a young age but never had the confidence to confess it to him in fear of it ruining their friendship, she had hoped that they would be mates, but that wish soon crumbled into pieces when both of them turned eighteen and shifted for the first time, both of their wolves not detecting each other as their mate. She still hoped for some miracle but that never happened when she found her mate in the form of a pack warrior from a pack situated in Canada. She left when she was twenty and hadn't seen Adryan for the duration of time that she was in Canada. Fast forwards six years later, one tragic incident made her find her way back home.

She said chipperly. I was not expecting her to choose the truth of all things, but I always did encourage them to be themselves. The woman’s eyes softened, and she smiled bright. “Of course, I always knew there was something familiar and special about you.” She gracefully agreed. “I am sorry Edyth, did you just say familiar?” I asked calmly walking inside shaking off the chill. “Yes Astrid, you see I am not just in touch with nature and gardening. I am a nature fae.”