Giving Astarion The Book Novels & Stories

Their eyes stared blankly, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. Seren knelt beside one of them. “They’re alive… but they’re not here.” Killian growled. “She’s claiming territory. Not just land. *Souls*.” Astra walked slowly toward the obelisk. “It’s a beacon. A siphon. She’s gathering energy.” “For what?” Lyra asked. “For you.” Everyone turned to Astra. “She’s making you a throne, Lyra. One you’ll either sit upon willingly or be chained to.”

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

--- *Chapter 1: Condemned* The pack circle stank of blood and pine. I knelt in the dirt, wrists bound with silver that burned into my skin, and tried not to throw up. Around me, the Blood Moon Pack formed a wall of muscle and leather, their eyes glowing amber in the firelight. Some looked hungry. Some looked bored. All of them looked at me like I was trash. Because I was. “Aria of No Pack,” Beta Darius’s voice boomed across the clearing. He stood beside the Alpha’s stone throne, his face carved from granite. “You were caught stealing food from Blood Moon territory. The punishment for theft is death.”

"But you haven't ordered us to leave." Heat entered through the bond. Faolan made no attempt to approach the bed. He remained in the chair with his legs stretched before him, watching me as though patience were another weapon he had learned to use during my absence. The bath chamber door opened. Asterion emerged wearing nothing but black trousers. Water still clung to his shoulders and traveled over the hard planes of his chest. His dark hair was wet, falling across the cold blue eyes that immediately found me. Then, he noticed the diary. His expression tightened. "You are still reading that?"

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 195: The Loneliness Between Opposites “Would you like some company too?” The question floated upward. From the Sea. Toward the stars. Toward Astra. For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Because of all the people who could have asked that question— Aurel was the last anyone expected. The first forgotten thing. The being who had spent eternity abandoned by memory. Offering comfort to someone who had fled from being remembered.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

Kael finally pulled back just an inch, his thumb tracing Lyra’s cheekbone. Then, her gaze shifted. She looked over Kael’s shoulder, her violet eyes locking onto mine. The playful warmth in her expression changed into something deep, ancient, and respectful. She stepped out of Kael’s embrace and walked toward me. She didn't bow, but she dipped her head in a way that felt like a royal salute. “Aethel-Vae, Asha-mura starr,” she said, her voice echoing with a strange, melodic power. I froze. It was the same language from my dream. The same language from the forbidden book. Without thinking, the meaning flooded my mind. “The Star-Breather awakens in the shadow.”

Astrielle and I looked at each other and laughed. "Lyka shouldn't eat steak, maybe hers is congee. For Eureina, steak is okay, as long as I have fruit salad and vegetable salad," Astrielle said. I started cutting the fruits and Astrielle joined me. Carline cooks the steak. When we're finished, we rested a little in the living room. "Who called you earlier and you seems so anxious?" Carline suddenly asked. "It's the book store assistant, he called to say that he has the book that I want to read already," I made an excuse. I tried to smile sweetly and cover up the lie I told.

“I can assure you this is serious. We have intelligence …” “Your intelligence isn’t very intelligent. That colony in the Artic Ocean has a hundred members. I have not felt any links sever or been called on for help. So they are full of shit. They don’t have any sirens. I can prove this now.” I say as I close my eyes and feel for the links of the nomad colony and open it to them. “Queen Asteria. It is nice to feel you again. What can I help you with?” I speak to the elder. He is a great friend.

she admits with a grateful smile. "Who might you be?" Ember inquires, her curiosity piqued. "I'm Star, Phoenix's mate," Astrid replies warmly, a smile gracing her lips. Ember's eyes widen in pleasant surprise. "Oh, how wonderful! I wish I could linger and chat longer, but Titan tends to get rather impatient." The sudden intrusion of the door sliding open caught everyone off guard. Titan emerged from the room, blindfolded and wearing nothing but boxers and handcuffs, a perplexed expression on his face.