Sara Stark Novels & Stories

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

She didn't notice the flicker of deep, dark worry in her father's eyes as he watched her smile. Meanwhile, at the Martin Estate, in a quiet, high-security room across town, a woman lay on Liam’s bed. She was skeletal, her pale skin a map of jagged scars. One side of her face was swollen and red. This was the woman from the nightmare. This was Sara Jay.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

They both fit well into that category very easily. "Hello, Mrs. Daughtry, how can I help you tO’Brieny?” Sarah greeted her as she opened the front door. Sarah Michaels, who was better known as princess to everyone who knew her, was already tired from the day and the fighting of herself to even make the online profile. Dealing with her neighbor was not something she wanted to do even on a normal day. Smaller than most women, Sarah only stood barely five feet tall with her boots on. She was slight in build, and though she seemed to not be that strong, she could easily lift her suit when it was pack. The suit weighed eighty-plus pounds easily. Her size often led people to underestimate her, and

“Nah, she hasn’t done any of that hocus pocus stuff.” He goes on to explain that she was in the pack house when Sarah burned herself on a skillet. Normally for a wolf it wouldn’t have been anything serious, but Sarah is still little, she is only six and doesn’t have her wolf yet. She doesn’t have the ability to heal like the rest of us do. She had blister that formed on her palm, and she was inconsolable. Hannah asked Uncle Bob if she could try and he said she could. She took Laura to the couch and sat her in her lap. He said that she looked like she was just sitting there rocking her and talking to her consoling her until she calmed down, and fell asleep.

She needed to do whatever she could to make sure of two things: that Angelica lived and Madeline died. Sara practically jumped up the stairs as she mentally apologised to everyone fighting, hoping they would be okay without her for just a little while. It didn’t take long for Sara to run down that hallway which reeked of rotting flesh and burst through the already broken door to find Angelica cuddled in Carla’s arms behind Nina and Gabriel with someone else looming over them ready to attack, his claws extended, his hair wild and when he looked over his shoulder and caught her eyes, she saw nothing but murderous rage, ready to spill blood without conscious. Sara used a spell to propel the pot

I chuckle with them till my cellphone rings, and with reluctance, I answer. "Hello," I pause, waiting for whoever called me to answer. "Roman",,I hear a choked female voice cry out. "Who is this?"I move to the hallway so Heather and Bella can choose a movie. I sigh as the female speaks louder. "Roman, it's me, Sara. I was told to call you for help. I need help. I'm being stalked, "she all but whispers. "I am with my mate, Sara. I can't leave her she is pregnant. I can send men your way to assist you but I can't come myself. Who told you to call me anyway?"I question her. I hear her scoff.

Sara's POV "I, Richardson Dawson, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, reject you, Sara Tierra , as my mate and Luna of this pack," I heard Richardson 's voice reach my ear, and a single tear ran down my left cheek as it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

she relayed and Diva screeched. "What?!" "You have to keep it low, Mistress," Rhonda cautioned and bowed her head in respect. Diva scoffed and made a thunderous chuckle which ended with a frowny face. "Sarah killed one of the strongest pack fighters?" she asked no one in particular not ready to believe Rhonda's joke. She shook her head several times. "Impossible," she kept muttering, pacing around in her room. Who was Sarah? Why was she escaping death? She was a weak Omega, how was she able to take down the mighty wolf? She needed to see it, yes, she must witness the death Rhonda was talking about.

Fire and defiance radiated from her as she screamed into the open air, her fists trembling, her voice thick with pain and fury. James froze. The world tilted. She wasn’t just a slave, she was a storm wrapped in skin. Beautiful, yes, but not in any delicate way. She was bold. Wild. Unbroken. A spark that refused to die. “That’s Sara,” Selena said softly. “She’s an orphan. Been here for years. Stronger than most men I know.” But before James could reply, Lord Varek’s face twisted into rage. With a growl, he charged forward, grabbed Sara mid-sentence, and threw her to the ground. Without hesitation, he began to strike her.