Halsin X Astarion Novels & Stories

My nostrils flare, and I can feel my temper rising, threatening to boil over. My eyelids droop, weighed down by exhaustion. Alison's voice cuts through my fatigue, her words dripping with false sweetness. "Astria and Azrael. What lovely names," she coos, her hand reaching out to touch Astria's curls. But before she can make contact, Hades' thunderous voice booms through the room, stopping her in her tracks. "Keep your hands to yourself," he growls, his eyes flashing with warning. Alison's face twists in a bitter scowl as she bites her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood.

“Then why is it calling to you?” Evryn’s mind fractured for a moment. Deep in her neural net, she heard it too—an echoing call from a buried server beneath Sub-Level Zero. A whisper not in code, but in memory. “You must choose,” HALIX rasped. “Merge… or watch the world unravel.” He launched himself forward. Kieran fired, but it barely staggered the mechanical beast. Evryn raised her hand—blue fire licked across her fingers. Elaia’s defense protocol flared. She released the pulse and HALIX crumpled, twitching. But the echo continued.

We both looked at Astor like he is mental. "Astor, are you high?" Dave asked him directly, with a suspicious look on his face. "This is a new technology called air swiping, and because I'm wearing contact lenses, only I can see the hologram system," Astor explains. As I take a closer look at Astor, I see illuminated contact lenses in his eyes. I completely saw how fast technology evolves in that world and now it's back in front of me and ready to suck me right back in.

Brutus Ironhide—the man who had taken a direct tribulation bolt to the shoulder and casually wiped away the soot—looked at the boy with what could almost be called pity. "Follow me," Brutus said. Pavan fell into step behind him, quietly rethinking every decision he had made since picking up a sword. Meanwhile, in the narrow speed-drills corridor of the eastern wing, Astra Skyreach turned to face Kuro Hale. The walls around them were scarred with target practice marks. "Kuro Hale," Astra began, her voice crisp. "Second son of the Hale Patriarch. Left the estate two years ago. Enrolled here under your own name—which is either reckless or very calculated."

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

Lionel growled, moving closer to him, but I hastily stopped him before he could do anything stupid. “If you pounce on him now and he dies, we’ll never find her easily. He’s our best option now.” I said to Lionel, trying to calm him down. I looked at him and let out a forced grin. “What’s your name??” “Xavier.” “Xavier, why were you with Celine the night of the full moon? Are you two together?” “What? Who the hell is Celine? I was with Jessica not Celine. You’ve got the wrong guy!” Xavier exclaimed, tears rolling down his eyes uncontrollably.

Did that mean Hearth is actually not the Healing Company but the harbinger of destruction? “So, the Absinthe company had taken drastic measures on our own. It was something that we agreed within ourselves so we thought it was best if we don’t need to tell it to Sir Vance. For the past months, if the Triad had been focusing on tracking down the people of Hearth, we were busy in the shadows tracking down their technology. We dismembered their left devices, dissected their parts, and tried looking for their materials on the net. Almost 75% of their technology is made from a rare element called Halite.”

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Mac cast me a subtly concerned glance, obviously picking up on my increasing anxiety. Henry approached the chapel with a stoic expression. Elena and Emma ceased their chatting when they noticed our presence. I glanced at Elena, trying to ascertain if she was handling the herb's effects well. "Elena, the last place I want to show you is a chapel where we pray to the moon goddess," Emma explained. Elena listened with interest, oblivious to any potential harm. "Alpha, we should proceed inside," Henry suggested gruffly, and we did. The three of us retreated to a different chamber unseen by Elena and Emma. Emma positioned Elena under the radiant white moonflower light, known for its healing prope