Red Rising Starshell Novels & Stories

'The stars shine brightly, over the blue sea Small fish and big fish swim beautifully Sleep, my love, and have sweet dreams This world holds many hidden secrets The waves ebb and flow, bringing a quiet heart The coral is beautiful, like a home A precious pearl hidden in the long darkness A sparkling eye watches every movement The dolphins play, blowing white foam The sea anemones sway, dancing with the waves The conch shell whispers, a call from far away The moon hides tonight, my child, you must sleep Where is the truth, my child, do not be afraid Solve the mystery, and the darkness won't last Sleep, my child, your mother will wait For the truth to be revealed tomorrow...' "Okay, we've unde

"I haven't actually started my training again yet, but I'm excited to get back into it. I've heard so much about you, by the way. Everyone says you're an incredible alpha for the Shadowmoon pack." Rylan blushed slightly, clearly pleased. "Oh, well, I don't know about that. I just try to do my best for my pack." "Don't be modest," Ravenna insisted, inwardly seething at having to stroke his ego. "Your reputation precedes you." As they chatted, Ravenna noticed Lilith glaring at them from across the room. She turned back to Rylan with a small smirk. "I think your 'friend' is watching us." Rylan glanced over his shoulder, spotting Lilith. He turned back to Ravenna, looking slightly uncomfortable

“I always used to think, seeing your cold and indifferent attitude, that you are reserve and conservative. I never thought you can actually enjoy something.” “So, what if the person is conservative or bond with the responsibilities can’t he/she enjoy once in a while? Everybody has some secret sides so thus I have.” Rose shrugs her shoulder. “Of course, I am loving this side of yours…...” Alex wanted to say something more but Rose’s attention turned towards the stage when the introduction of the martial artists began. Rose stuffed two fingers in mouth and whistle like a roadside hooligan when the commentator announced the name of ‘Phoenix from ashes’ martial art school’s artist.

Snowshade stood and drew a thick bundle of record-crystals from her enchanted ring. She crossed to Garrick and the others and let them fall from her hand. They struck the floor with a clatter and spread open. Etched across them in glowing script were dense lists of crimes, each one more sickening than the last. "This... what is this..." Garrick picked up one crystal with trembling fingers. A single glance, and his face went deathly pale. "They robbed a wandering mage of his relic, just because the material suited a circlet for Lucian Clegane?"

Emmanuelle had suddenly taken a quick breath before her eyes returned to their obsidian appearance. Harry raised a hand to wipe his lips, and his eyes widened as he discovered the red liquid there: "Oops!"

she repeated herself before walking out the door. She stepped out, closing the door behind her. She looked down at the ship. It was magnificent. The ship's deck and railings wood was cherry in color. There were little star shaped details etched onto the rails. The stairs leading to the main deck had a gold shimmer line across the top of them that sparkled in front of the cherry color. The mass holding the sails was made out of a light color wood that played well with the gold details throughout the ship. She raised her eyes following the mass up to the sails. Flying high above them was a flag. It was a dark navy blue flag with a bright sun. In the center of the sun was a star. She gazed at

“Now!” Taryn twists, blade flashing, grazing Veyra’s arm, blood spilling. “You’ll shatter,” she hisses, hymn grating, eyes cold. Veyra’s blade surges, pinning Taryn’s cloak to crystal, eyes wet, voice raw. “Name it!” Taryn’s lips curl, voice low. “The Starless.” Kalia’s orb strikes the core, light fracturing crystal, shadow-heart wailing, husks collapsing. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, runes binding the core, claws dissolving. Kael’s Shadowkin surge, sealing rifts, void-blade steady, hymn strong. The core cracks, facets splintering, rifts closing, Veil’s threads weaving tight. A deeper hum rumbles, the Herald’s master—The Starless—emerging from a rift-maw, its shad

Stella has recreated the shape of the stars in that constellation with seashells on the beach. The moon is just beginning to rise, and the stars are twinkling in the darkening sky. Stella continues singing, and soon the seashells begin to glow with a soft light, and levitate off the sand. Layla comes running down the beach, drawn by the song. She catches up to me, breathless, holding her long skirts in one fist. When she sees the shells, she bursts into gleeful laughter. “Oh, Stella! You’re always full of surprises!”

“I thought the stomach first as its soft and easy for the blade to enter, the neck as hit the right vain and the prick will bleed to death. The chest was just in case all else fails” “I think the stomach, and neck shot would have taken him down. Want to have a go with the stars?” “Could I get a little holster for the stars and have them attached to my upper thigh like they do in the movies?” “If you like the stars I will go out and get you your own set with a holster for your thigh” I laughed. I liked the idea as that would mean she would have her gun, knife and throwing stars on her at the Christmas party. Phillip would not stand a chance against her.

She willed her mind to go forward and immediately her vision slid along the length of the coil, gaining speed as it went. She moved so quickly along the glowing coil that everything around her flew by in flashes and streaks of color. The flowing colors came to an abrupt halt as she reached the end of the coil. The sky was a deep navy blue as if the sun had not yet risen above the horizon. Cole stood on a ladder at the roof of his house. Several tools were scattered across the roof and he held a hammer in his left hand while he sucked on his right thumb with his eyes closed and his face contorted in pain.