Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

I could hear the clamoring from upstairs and hurried down into the dining room. There were fourteen contestants sitting at the long dining room table, Helena and Camille included. As I walked under the arched doorway into the dining room, I was stopped by one of the contestants. I had seen her around town briefly, but we hadn’t spoken to one another. She had jumped into the conversation the first night in the Iridescence Pack. Her skin was a rich shade of golden brown, and the delicate Spanish accent she had made her words curl and arc beautifully. Her mop of mahogany curls was pulled into a skillful updo, and I knew at first glance that this woman held some sort of important job. Her postur

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.”

Not just as a member of the pack. But as his mate She had trained for it. Prepared for it. Believed it was her destiny. But destiny had a cruel sense of humor. Because the elders had not spoken her name during the Choosing Ceremony. They had spoken another. Aria. Selene’s fingers curled slowly into fists when she first heard the news. The lone wolf. The outsider. The girl Ryan had dragged half dead out of the forest years ago. That girl had been chosen over her. It made no sense.

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.”

Is Tara going to believe it? ***************

Astrid wished for clothes to appear on her body. "I hate you, Scarlet," Astrid muttered. Scarlet was Astrid's polar opposite. Astrid was always shy and self-conscious about her body, so she would never have attempted this stunt, but Scarlet was crazy. "You can't blame me; I am you, and you are me," Scarlet said, stiffening her laugh. "I am just a naughty wild part of you that was always hidden from the rest of the world," Scarlet explained. "Astrid" Rafael's eyes filled with tears. He hugged her to his chest. He was now certain that his Astrid was safe. She was standing completely healed, as if she hadn't even been limping a while ago.

He stated, "There you are, decoy," All the soldiers resumed advancing at them. The four disappeared in their position to scatter, so they appeared in different areas. Therefore, all the soldiers didn't give their attention to Vendrix and followed the scattered four-mark users. In Astrid, she revealed her purple dagger and started slashing each of them, one by one, mercilessly. She is like a living goddess, yet a beast. Well, her outside beauty is out-of-the-world and her skills as a fighter is a monster too, plus her omega power. Speaking of omega power, she still hasn't used it, only one time.

Enjoy… BLURB Calm, poised, dangerous, and pretty. There can only be one person who is 4-in-1—and who is she? Tari Tariyefa Tonla. The eldest twin of the Tonla family. She is the only person who can play calm and innocent, effortlessly fooling her enemies into thinking they’ve won… until it is too late, and they realize they’ve been fooled. She is the only woman who can call the shots and turn a peaceful atmosphere into chaos in seconds. She doesn’t speak much, but her actions do—and her aura is unmatched.

The script title stared back at her in bold serif font: The Astrid Method. She flipped through the first few pages, scanning. Psychological thriller. Lead role: Astrid Vale. Complicated, cerebral. Damaged but powerful. A woman unraveling the mystery of her own identity while battling institutional manipulation and internal demons. Written by Evan Sartor. She blinked. “He doesn’t do women-led projects.” “He does now,” Damien said. “He’s pivoting post-retreat. Wants something real. He saw your last independent and said you ‘burned the lens down.’ His words.”