Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

she almost screamed, charging towards Astrid and grabbibg onto her shoulders. "I am not lusting over him. I want him, there is nothing wrong with that. I wish to mate with him and he also has the option to mate with someone else as well. I will be his bride or his mistress, whichever will suffice" Astrid spoke without a trace of remorse on her features, like she was saying the most casual of things like making enquiry about domestics.

I tell her. I kiss her temple, and I can feel her start to calm down as I hold her in my arms. I told her I would call my friend, an amazing designer, tomorrow. I can tell she is still worried about attending the gala, but I know she will be fine once my friend helps her with her dress. I tell her to invite Tianya, Kylynn and the rest of the girls. She looks at me, and I can tell that she is now ok with the idea. I am sure my friend will shit her pants when they walk in, but this idea has two positive outcomes. One: my little sprite finds her perfect dress, and two: my friend gets to design dresses for the two biggest rock stars. That will help her brand immensely. Marysa has been tr

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

“It’s all part of the plan." “The plan?” she let out a dry laugh. “It’s a good thing I’m aware of your plan, then. I can help. You don’t need her.” Surprised, his eyebrow jolted up. “You are?” “She has something you need.” Dax frowned, his eyes lingering on her chest, its luring rise and fall, as she slowly closed the distance between them. “I found out.” Astrid leaned forward. “I watched her. Ava might be a runt, but she’s no ordinary runt. She can control things with her mind.” She whispered in his ear, shamelessly rubbing herself all over the cautious alpha.

Behind me, howls erupted. I turned—and my heart soared. The North Star pack had arrived. They poured over the ridge in a wave of white and silver, their blue eyes blazing with ancient fury, their voices raised in a battle cry that shook the very mountains. They moved as one creature, flowing down the slope like an avalanche of fur and fangs and frozen wrath. At their head ran a figure I recognized—Astrid, Stellan's grandmother, her ancient form somehow terrible and beautiful in equal measure. Even at her age, she moved with the speed and grace of a wolf half her years, her silver fur streaming behind her like a banner of war.

Despite his intimidating appearance, Leif had a gentle heart and a deep sense of justice. Astrid Astrid was a skilled archer with a keen eye and a steady hand. Her arrows never missed their mark, and she moved with the grace and precision of a dancer. Astrid's sharp wit and quick thinking often helped us out of tight situations. Torin Torin was a former soldier who had seen countless battles. His tactical mind and combat experience made him a natural leader. Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty.

Astrid stood there. Not in her usual bouncing, dress she always clad herself in in the frozen world. Not in trousers with pockets full of notes and crumbs. She was dressed in a knee-length dress, fitted, elegant, the kind of thing that screamed Luna without begging for attention. Her hair was pulled back neatly. Her shoulders were straight. Her eyes— God. Her eyes were calm. Cold. Ambitious. This wasn’t the hyperactive girl who talked too much and laughed too loud. This was a woman who had learned how power tasted.

“You two always arrive right when the food’s ready. Lucky timing, or just good instincts?” “Both,” Astrid quipped, sweeping across the room to kiss Saffron’s cheek before turning to Tobias. “And look who’s brooding less these days.” Tobias rolled his eyes but hugged her all the same. “Don’t start.” Astrid crouched almost immediately, her braid slipping forward as she stretched her arms wide. “And who do we have here? My favourite little wolves!” “Zane, Zara,” Kieran said, clapping his hands once. “Come say hello.”

But at this point, I’m left with no choice. “Greetings, Alpha Arkon. I never believe our paths will one day cross before I meet my end. I'm honored to be here,” she bows her head before showing Thane a head bow. “Welcome to my pack….” I pause and send my eyes to Cormac. I don’t know her name. He was the one who arranged for her to be here. “Astrid,” the Oracle cuts in. “My name is Astrid.” “Welcome to my pack, Astrid. I need to find my mate,” I blurt out. There isn’t much time on my hands. Finding Vynessa is the most vital thing to me.

the manager explained the detail of the ring that caught Ashley's eyes. "Astrid? Ten million dollars?" Ashley gasped in amazement. "That ring was called Astrid, which means divinely beautiful," Miss Lily explained. Seeing the two women only focused their eyes on Astrid, Ashton went to join them. "Mr Grey, looks like Miss White is interested with Astrid. Should I take it out so she could try it on? What do you think?" Miss Lily spoke immediately right after Ashton reached them. "Oh, no no no... That's just too expensive. I'll just get a regular one," Ashley refused instantly, didn't want to trouble Ashton to buy her an over-priced wedding ring.