Astrid X Toothless Novels & Stories

His wolf was rising, responding to Astrid's challenge. "Jax, honey, why don't we, But he wasn't listening. He stepped forward again, getting in Astrid's space. "You're mean. I don't want a mean sister." "Good! I don't want a brother at all!" She shoved him again, harder this time. Jax shoved back. Then Astrid's hands sprouted claws. It happened so fast. One second they were two kids arguing. The next, Astrid had fully shifted her hands and was swiping at Jax with razor-sharp claws.

Tyr and Njord both had wildcats for some reason known only to them. “Why?” she asked. “Because they’re said to be the craziest of the lot.” She leaned down to whisper, “And when the moon is full some say they change shape.” “That’s just a legend,” she scoffed. “I’m not a child.” Astrid lifted her chin in a hand with a faded starfish tattoo. “In some ways, Bey, you will never grow up. Don’t knock it,” she said, staring across at Liv for some reason.

What happened? Astrid cried even harder and said, "please don't talk about eating, those people... they... they.... yesterday they fed me alive bugs they forced me to eat cockroaches and..." Astrid couldn't speak anymore as she puked, while Hayley felt her skin crawl when she heard this. Those people have really gone too far this time. They have crossed the limits. After Astrid was done puking, Hayley gave her some water and then made her sit down on the bed and asked her, "would you like to take revenge?"

At the same time, three figures appeared not far from the enormous tortoise. They were Emperor Nimbus of the Milky Way Empire, Empress Gamora, and Nimbus’ uncle Wilfred. When the trio looked at the sudden appearance of the enormous tortoise, they did not have any traces of worry on their faces. Instead, they were smiling happily. It was because they had seen this enormous tortoise before. Back when Astrid left with David, they took this enormous tortoise. Now that the enormous tortoise was back again, wouldn’t it mean that Astrid was back?

“Astrid’s location is currently unknown. She left Riftclaw territory this morning claiming border patrol supervision.” “She went to meet her uncle.” I kept my voice flat. “Vincent Silvermist. At the neutral border.” All three of them turned to staree at me. “You knew?” Ian asked, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Because the mating bond snapped into place and her wide blue eyes had looked at me with such fury and broken hope that I’d nearly forgotten every reason I had for not wanting a mate. But I’d never subject myself to that punishment. Ever.

Before anyone could react Adam leaned in. Attempting to close the distance. To kiss her. A move meant to claim. To provoke. To assert dominance. But Astrid turned her head. Cleanly. Effortlessly. The gesture was quiet. But absolute. His lips met nothing but air. The moment froze. For a second No one moved. No one spoke. Then Astrid pulled back slightly, her expression calm but her eyes cold. “Don’t do that ever again.” Her voice was steady. Quiet. But there was no room for misunderstanding.

Spiro replied. Astrid slowly turned to Keiran. “The dragon complimented breakfast,” Astrid whispered. “I heard,” Keiran murmured. “I think this is how the world ends,” Astrid added. Spiro looked at her. “If the world ends, I hope it has better seasoning than your commentary,” Spiro replied. Astrid’s mouth opened. Then she laughed. It was small and tired, but real enough to warm the shelter for a breath.

But then I saw a group of pups from both packs, broken away from their parents, chasing each other through the snow and laughing loudly as they tumbled into the slush. A soft smile touched my lips. It was a sign that this merge was going to do good instead of harm. The future was already healing. Before I could take another step, Reid stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. I leaned my head against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, pressing a warm kiss against my skin. "I'll ask you when I win this war," he murmured against my ear, his rough breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"When you left, I had to make adjustments, settle so to say." "Excuse me?" Twyla snaps. "Settle? You’re not referring to settling…for me, are you?" Wait? What? Cato and Twyla? “Because this means nothing if you didn’t mean it,” she steps out from behind me to stand in clear view of me and Levi. Her face is blank as she lifts up the hem of her shirt to reveal a bite mark along her side. The top set of teeth on her stomach while the bottom set of canines wrap around the flank of her body to mark her back. The wound is still bloody and an angry red. Is it infected?

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr