Hoshi No Tama Novels & Stories

Behind the invitation was a paper with just one sentence. "Target: Hitotsu Shiho, Gender: Male, get details on order 66. Passcode: Full moon and starry night in the same sentence. Good luck." (This is good, Kadachi has to go to this event too so maybe I can tag along with him and use this as a cover.)

With none other than Ren Hosa walking up behind the stranger. 42: Ayame – Sugar and Smoke

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

After looking at the first row of 10 without finding any one that appealed to her, she was about to just randomly take any when her eyes caught a white one in a corner. It drew her attention instantly and she found herself drawn to it. It was a stunning white horse with gray hair, it appeared quiet and isolated, a little thinner than the others. She walked up to it and gently tried to touch it, it hesitated at first before bring its head forward to be petted. Elaina found herself smiling when it warmed up to her, she had found the one she was looking for. “Why is it so isolated from the others?” she asked.

Zion took the bouquet of red roses from the backseat and gave them to Tamara. She smiled brightly and thanked him. Then Zion opened the door for her, then he walked to the driver’s side. He helped her to fasten the seatbelt, then he drove away. Zion smiled at Tamara and asked, “are you hungry?” Tamara smiled back at him and replied, “I’m not that hungry.” Zion told her that he was taking her to His Glory Hotel for dinner first, and then they would go to see a movie. Tamara was happy to hear that because she was starving.

Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were both gently lowered back to the castle rooftop. Once the magic around them dissipated, Nya watched as Slate sat up on his forearms, but she wasn’t ready to let him get up completely. “Are you well?” she asked, staring into his eyes. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine now, thank you,” he said. HIs hand came up to the back of her head, and when he pulled her to him, Nya lowered her head, and their lips met. The kiss was just as warm as the magical breeze, and it made Nya feel just as tingly and alive.

Popular among his classmates and admired by many, Damon's presence was a fixture in the halls of Crestwood High. Yet, beneath the veneer of popularity and privilege, Damon harbored a thirst for novelty and excitement. The arrival of a newcomer to Crestwood—a rarity in a town where outsiders were viewed with suspicion and curiosity—was a welcome disruption to the monotony of his daily routine. When rumors began to circulate about the mysterious girl with silver hair and ember-like eyes, Damon's interest was piqued. The first time he laid eyes on Aqua, it was as if time stood still. As fate would have it, Damon found himself crossing paths with Aqua once again. It seemed like no matter where h

The light grew brighter, almost blinding, before taking the form of a familiar woman. Her presence radiated power and serenity. Her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonlight, and her piercing eyes seemed to see through my very soul. “The Moon Goddess,” I breathed, my voice trembling. She nodded, her expression soft but unreadable. “Yes, child. It is I.” My heart—or whatever was left of it—stammered. “Am I… Am I dead? again” Her smile faltered slightly, and she stepped closer. “No, Tamara. luckily for you, It is not your time yet.”

_____Tamara____ “Duck!” Tamara shouted to Max as a massive hand came down at them and she rolled away from him. She jumped back when a second grab was made for her and Surt’s hand was as big as she was tall. She scampered back as he was clearly aiming for her and that was not a good thing. Her distraction cost her, she missed the one that came behind her and shoved her forward.

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.