Aventurine X Stelle Novels & Stories

She screamed when she saw me and this time I covered my ears she was so loud. “Knock it the fuck off!” I bellowed. My bellowing startled her. Her eyes widened, and she blinked slowly at me as her mouth fell open in shock. “Yes, the monster speaks and has sensitive hearing. It also has a name. It’s Asterion, by the way.” I said, stalking forward to sit at the table. She flinched as if I was stalking towards her. I’m not sure if she was more surprised when I spoke or that I had no intentions of touching her.

Avery retorted "I hope you still have this attitude when I finish you off." Stella said "Haha... Come on then why don't we know who has strength and who is strong enough to finish off the other, get ready to die barmaid." Avery said "To the death." Stella said Avery's eyes turned white, she was indeed a silver wolf a rare breed passed onto daughters for generations. They fought and hassled with each other and Avery slashed Stella on her arm, the latter began bleeding profusely.that she fell to the ground.

“Here we are,” Hines said, bringing Asteria back to the moment. They were at the top of a long staircase, hidden by a turn in the stone wall. She followed him down, glad to hear the whimpers and cries of those they sought out. Nelo and Venette were known for their ability to keep reserva de sange, something Asteria rarely bothered with. It was easy enough for her to send someone else out to get a fresh victim for her if she grew thirsty. But having these vessels on hand at all times was attractive, and she decided she’d look in to that once she made it back to Melbourne.

The room glowed with magic-light chandeliers, each suspended above tables bearing national flags and corporate emblems. Ambassador Roland of Halberd, flanked by two dwarven economists and a cultural envoy, made his way to a booth marked Sternvale Steelworks, a medium-sized Aeternum smithing conglomerate known for crafting enchanted tools and ore-refinement cores. “We’ve got silver veins the size of dragons back home,” Roland said, offering a formal bow to the sharp-suited Sternvale representative. “But we lack the process to purify it properly. We’d like to offer trade rights. In return, help us build a local refinery plant. You get first pick of output.”

Stella stood there in a garish crimson robe, clutching a silk bag as if it were a weapon. “So, the Ghost finally appears!” Stella sneered, slamming the bag onto the counter. The sound of clinking glass was sharp. “Fix this. I’ll pay five hundred thousand silver.” “Avery is an apprentice-master. She isn't taking public commissions yet,” Gregory said, his voice dropping an octave in warning. “Why? Does the Montgomery Pack only take the easy wins?” Stella taunted. “Are you afraid she’ll break it further and prove she’s as useless as the gossips say?”

On the bed lay a gown that looked like it was woven from liquid obsidian and midnight stars. "CEO Vance," the head stylist said, holding up a velvet box. "The Astraea Star. It arrived from the vault an hour ago." Maya looked at the sapphire. It was the size of a pigeon’s egg, deep blue and cold. It was worth more than Lucian’s entire shipping fleet. For three years, it had sat in a dark box because Lucian said it was "too flashy" for a woman of her standard. "Put it on me," Maya commanded.

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.

Nothing on his beautiful face gives away anything, the slightest, most gentle smile touching his crimson lips. "You know Eryk. And this is-" I cut Stace off, stepping forward, thrusting my hand out. "I'm Aven." An ebony brow, matching his the colour of his hair, quirks up, surprised. There is no one thing on his face that contributes to his beauty alone. His eyes are wondrous, abnormal in the same way Stace’s tattoos are. Everything else about him arguably looks natural, at least you could see it that way if you believed he was graced by generous genetics. However, I’m convinced more so that this is the consequence of magic, as evil and dark as it may be.

Chapter 54: The Storm Queen Arrives The rented black SUV pulled up to the guest suite entrance just after 10 p.m.—low-profile, tinted windows, no academy markings. Celeste Valentina Morau stepped out first, platinum blonde hair catching the crimson sconce light like spun moonlight. She wore black tactical leggings, a fitted long-sleeve black top, and a lightweight leather jacket—practical, unassuming, but every line of her body radiated quiet, lethal power.

"If you bring me another ridiculous theory like this, you're off the case. Understood?" "Understood." I hang up before he can say anything else. He is a fucking idiot. I pour myself another drink, my hands shaking slightly. How can Victor Ace be related to Stella? The name rattles around in my head, and I hate that Cooper planted it there. Because it's absurd. Completely absurd. Stella is nobody. The daughter of a poor-level pack Alpha who married up when Peter took her mother as his mate. She has no connections, no power, no resources of her own.