Star Crossed Novels & Stories

I received a complaint and a one-star review. It was from Christian. He was using such a childish tactic just to force an apology out of me. He wanted to force me to admit the severe consequences I had to face for abandoning him back then. However, I had only loved him passionately, like the sun loved the stars. Could that really be considered a mistake? “No, Nova, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I comforted myself, completely in denial. “The only mistake is that the sun and the stars belong to day and night. They are destined to never be together.”

The sky was no longer fractured but it wasn’t whole either. A **single star**, brilliant and seething, streaked across the heavens, descending fast. Not a comet. Not a celestial body. It shimmered with **intention**, pulsing with the same energy Aria had seen in the Creator’s robes opalescent, infinite, and alien. Everyone had stopped moving. Warriors froze mid-chant. Wolves held their breath in human skin. The birds had gone silent. The trees had stilled.

“If this is a lie, we’ll burn it down together.” The path wove tighter, its gossamer threads growing warmer, weaving visions of their deepest desires—Kade and Jessica married under a starlit sky, Selene reunited with her lost love, Lucas forgiven by his father, Bryan alive and whole. The nexus’s heartbeat pulsed softly, blending with the star’s hum, a melody that promised forever but felt like a lover’s false vow. The starfield above shimmered, constellations forming hearts and hands, yet a faint shadow slithered through them, like a crack in their trust.

Stellar closed with a powerful statement: “We didn’t come here today to prove what’s possible. We came to create the future. As long as there’s even a sliver of possibility, we can achieve limitless miracles.” Her words were followed by thunderous applause. Everyone’s eyes were filled with admiration and awe. But amidst the cheers, Stephen suddenly sensed something off—an unsettling gaze sweeping through the crowd. His instincts flared. As they prepared to leave the stage, Stephen moved to shield Stellar, but just then, a masked figure in a cap pushed toward the front. The person held a bottle of mineral water, yet the white liquid inside looked far too thick. In that instant, Stephen realiz

That song, was the mark that means the end of the game. She cried and cried her eyes out in joy. 'Thank god,' she said inside her heart. 'I have survived another day of the hunt.' —

DRAKE I've been discharged and now I can finally get out of this damn hospital. The thought of spending another day in bed here just makes me sick. My driver and Carina came to pick me up. She has been the best and very supportive, I didn't make a mistake falling in love with her. There's just still one problem I have and that's the idiot disturbing her. I will not share her with anyone. How dare he touch what's mine? I'm going to find him, when I do I will make him swallow his breath.

he says darkly, he leaves my hand, he turns around towards Hera's dungeon but I run and stand in his way. I put my hand on his chest to stop him "You will not touch her, she's helping us" I say standing my ground, he pushes my hand away as if it burned his skin, I look at my hanging hand in shock. "She is ruining us" he puffs out an angry breath, and walks past me hurriedly. "Reject me Dominic! reject me now!" I scream behind him but he doesn't stop to answer. "I Celeste, the choosen Luna of the Red Moon pack reject....." My words are cut short as Dominic reaches to me in no time and pulls my hair, "SHUT UP!" He screams, his whole body shaking in anger.

“They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

Jaxon. They stood before me, a formidable trinity, clad in ceremonial black that seemed to absorb the light, making their silver crests, emblazoned over their hearts, stand out with stark brilliance. Each mark, a stylized wolf head cradling a single star, pulsed with an almost imperceptible energy. Their eyes, those windows to their complex souls, were locked onto me, unblinking, filled with a maelstrom of emotions I could hardly name—a potent brew of longing, regret, adoration, and a fierce, possessive love that vibrated through the very air.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.