Pandora's Star Novels & Stories

Present Day Portland, Oregon One hundred and fifty years later—aging one year for every thirty that passed once a lupus garou reached puberty—Diana was the equivalent of a twenty-one-year-old human. She longed more than ever to have Caleb for her mate, wishing she hadn’t had to hide from the pack all these years. The burning desire for him flooded her veins whenever she came into the wolf’s heat. Her body craved his touch, but her mind had given up hoping to ever have him for her own. If she could find a strong, agreeable human mate, she could change him into a lupus garou, and he would keep her safe from Ragnar.

Danica said smiling to Ariadne. They all held their breath as Danica slowly began pressing on the button making the constellation with her hands on the chest. She inhaled deeply as she pushed the last button inwards. The chest began to creak and shift, after several clicking noises the lid popped open. Ariadne and Orion shifted away instinctively. Danica touched the lid carefully and slowly opened it. Thousands of shimmering gold coins shined back at her. There were rubies, emeralds and sapphires as well. Danica looked at it in awe. “Well you won't have to worry about how you're going to repay dad back for losing the North Star.” Ariadne said, grabbing her shoulder.

“Aren’t you a little stalker?” I jumped when her head peeked at the side. How did she get here? I was just staring at her--- she was really smaller than me. Her head was in line under my shoulder and I noticed her hair all the way down to her waist. Is she even normal? She was like a star who took form of a mortal, such an endearing thing to see. “Hi.” That’s all I could say as she stares at me from such a distance. “Why do you always look like you’re looking down on me?”

But few years after, I was able to find her again on the the famous app called palmchat, and I began stalking her. You read that right. I've been stalking Melissa Jones for over four years now, and for reasons I do not know, I've never been able to summon the courage to message her on I*******m, which is now the happening spot. What ever the case may be, I'm grateful to almighty, for making my father cross paths with Melissa, and being thoughtful enough to choose her for me. Finally, I can reunite with my highschool sweetheart again, and hopefully together, we can work our ways to find the great endearment they call LOVE.

at the end of Verra's sentence a massive green pillar of mana shot into the sky. "What? What is that?" An uproar began around them. People began running towards the shelters, thinking the Falling Stardust was under attack. "It's coming from the Hurricane territory," Eloise called out. "Xasha!" Verra shouted in excitement and took off in that direction. While in the air, she saw a shadow passing from the corner of her eye and stopped. She around only to see a beardy and unkempt Xasha staring at her with disbelief in his bloodshot eyes.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

Pandora’s mouth opened and closed, flabbergasted. She put her fingers in her ears and gave them a good rub. "I'm sorry, I think I must be in shock, overly tired, or hallucinating... something. Can you say that again?" Pandora smiled, picking up her necklace. He twirled the ring between his fingers, and then wrapped his arm around her neck, taking it off. He held the ring up to his eyes and a huge smile broke out on his face. He looked happier than she had ever seen him.

As it ceased, Pandora’s body seemed to emerge in a bright light bed that was floating with delicateness. “Luara, what is happening to my daughter?” Melissa asked me. I turn my head to her to hear a gasp from her. “You’re not Luara, you’re the moon goddess.” I smile in confirmation and put her hand back together with her husband’s hand. I walk to Pandora who is still looking peaceful. I touch the light casing and find out it's more palpable than it looks. "Curious" I comment, looking for some flaw in the light barrier, but to no avail.

By then, Zariah had figured out what her friend was up to. "I know what you're thinking, Pandora. Don't do it," Zariah muttered to herself, feeling partly mortified by her Master's brazen behaviour. However, Pandora's determination couldn't be swayed. She paced confidently to stand before the unsuspecting Caesar. "Your Majesty," she addressed the King. "The arrow of love struck me with a kiss during my visit to Sutcliffe, and I still bear the wounds. This is the alpha in whom my favour is bound. If there are no other suitors, then please, let him be mine." Pandora put on a heartfelt performance, aiming to achieve her goal and teach a lesson to the beastman.

“No one gets perfect overnight. It takes practice. And even if it’s not ‘it,’ then it’s just the wrong thing for you. So do it all, mess up, and find the one right thing to shine at.” “What if I never do?” I whispered, afraid of the truth in that possibility. “You will. It’s you, Ayra. You’re my brightest star.” She kissed my forehead. “Bring it over here, I’m going to get it framed. You’re going to sign it. I’m not missing out on the early days of your journey. This’ll be worth millions one day. I can feel it.” And now here it was. Still framed. Still imperfect. Just like me.