Cordelia Starling Novels & Stories

But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has with her mate Asher. I hate to admit it out loud, because I like being this tough, Alpha badass bitch and I don’t want to give the men reasons to doubt me by falling into female cliches—the woman who can’t wait to get married and have a family—or showing weakness. So, I don’t admit it out loud, I keep my loneliness to myself. Except for times like now when Cayden decides to be a pain in my ass. “Scar”, Cayden says simply, looking me right in the eye.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Xara let out a long breath, "I don't think any of us will recover from this. Losing Verra will forever leave a hole in all of our hearts, it's even changed my smiling little Tulip." "I've grown up aunty Xara, I have to be for the Falling Stardust what my sister once was. I have to be a light for others, a beacon of hope, and a backbone that everyone can rely on." Xara walked over and rested her hand on her little cheek, "I know my sweet. You surely have been a backbone to this enchantment department. We are all proud of you and we all rely on you immensely. What of Eloise?" "She's, well, I really can't say. She's training day and night. Already at the peak of the Platinum Realm. Between her

Cordelia Whitmore, the former Luna. Her eyes raked over me, dissecting my simple travel clothes with surgical precision. "So," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is what the Elders dragged in from the backwoods." Before I could introduce myself, she snapped her fingers. An Omega servant scurried forward, trembling, clutching a spray bottle that smelled of acrid herbs and chemical lemon. "Cleanse her," Cordelia commanded, wrinkling her nose as if I were a walking disease. "We cannot have the filth of the rogue lands and public transport contaminating my son's home."

Cordelia says. "That is why we brought you here," I tell Cordelia. "We cannot fight this battle on our own. We need your help." "I cannot come home," Cordelia says softly. "The Sisters of the Lunar Star are still hunting for me." "Now they are hunting for your daughter," Celeste snorts. "I think you are in the clear." "This isn't a joke, Celeste," Cordelia snaps at her. "I know what you have done, Celeste. I have seen it. Even from where I am."

"I don't know who you are, or I didn't when I kinda dropped in on the wedding. I was just sent here to deliver a package, I'm a bike messenger." She's babbling so I take her hand and watch as my touch seems to stabilize her. She's a bit more scattered than Angelica. Angelica always seemed to know what she wanted. Even when she was pretending to have no memory she was in complete control of when and how she responded. This woman moved with the energy of a trapped bird, with flapping wings and an excited chirp. "My name is Cordelia Steele," my lips curl around my old familiar last name, warming me from within.

The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with lots of curiosity, and it was starting to get disturbing. " Can we skip to the part where you test my blood? I have to watch a movie" I said agitated. I was already feeling mutant-y and a bonding session with two doctors wasn't exactly on top of my list at the moment. " I apologize for that, he's always that way" my dad jumped in and apologized respectfully. Mustache man who didn't appear annoyed by my demeanor waved his arm dismissively. " We won't take much if your time" he said whilst taking out a syringe and a small-sized glass tube, the kind we use in science labs. He also took out a glass bo

The girl lying on this thin mattress is what remains after the transaction closed. I am a low maid of the Lycan Palace, registered, tokened, and assigned to the east wing lower corridor. My days now belong to bells and orders and the silent judgment of stone. And the palace has already closed its teeth around me. I do not yet know how sharp those teeth will prove to be, or how deep they are willing to bite. I only know that tomorrow the testing begins, and that I must meet it with the same quiet endurance that kept me alive through every year of the cottage.

I gulped before looking at the door, processing the nurse's words as I waited for what Delilah was going to say. “She’s okay,” she called out. “Lysandra’s okay, she’s awake.” Lysandra sat up in her bed, pale and dazed, her hair sticking to her forehead. But her eyes locked onto me with full awareness. “There’s mist inside, I saw it.” she whispered. “It’s here too.” I didn’t ask how she knew. I knew that there was something different about her, and whatever this was, she could sense it too. I looked around and they felt the ground shaking once again, holding my daughter tightly.

She tilted her chin, hand on hip, every inch the international icon she had fought to reclaim. As the crew adjusted the lights, Mia stole a glance at her reflection in the ring light mirror. Thirty-four and reborn, she thought. A single mother, a survivor, a star still burning bright. A musical note inked on her ankle peeked from her stiletto—a quiet reminder of everything she’d given up and everything she was reclaiming. Just then, Susan’s phone rang. She stepped away to answer, nodding rapidly, her mouth falling open. When the call ended, she turned around slowly—eyes wide, voice trembling with disbelief.