Star-crossed Series Book Novels & Stories

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

The bodyguards dragged me toward the pond in the center of the garden. They tied me up with thick rope and threw me onto a dilapidated old canopy boat rocking at the water's edge. Before I could even open my eyes properly, they flipped me over. Then a buzzing electric saw whirred to life and came straight for my finger. The searing pain made me scream. Soon, my blood began to stain the pigeon-blood ruby, giving it an eerie, sinister glow. "Tsk, looks like another fool is about to die." "She's such a pretty young girl, but she just had to be stubborn. Now look—Master Lucas won't let her off. At the very least, she'll lose a finger."

Riley mumbles. Riley is right. Something serious is going on, and I don't like it. I can hear them laughing as we close the door. They are sitting there laughing at something as we stand there watching. The laughing stopped when they saw us. Carmine leaned forward as we sat down. “I was able to find out that the car accident the girls were in was indeed an accident. The car that swerved into their lane was the one being targeted. The woman driving, her husband, was staked by a woman who had become obsessed with him.” Anthony explains.

Chapter 3 - Cursed "Is he here yet?" I asked Imelda for the fifth time. She rolled her emerald eyes, shaking her head, a smile on her face as she did the last of the buttons on my dress. She wore a white dress with intricate lace details on the bodice. It hugged every curve perfectly. She looked absolutely stunning and looked the exact opposite of me. If she was day, I was the night. The dress I wore was as black as the night sky. My dresses were altered not to reveal too much skin anymore. I couldn't stand the look on everyone's face when they looked at me, looked at my scars. The pity and grief in their eyes were already too much to handle as they stared at the scars on my face.

Cassie asked intrigued while Lucas put it on her. "Nope, Adrianna is a phoenix, Addie is a tiara and Samantha and her mom are both teardrops." "Interesting so why shouldn't I take it off. Wont Nicholai get jealous of it." "I already inform him about. Trust me one of these days we will explain it to you. It's a lucky charm. Same charm that helped me locate them when Michael took them." "Okay. I'll see you later." Cassie had no time to further ask Lucas about what he was saying since they were already in front the car. She got too much on her head to be wondering of what he was saying. There would be another time to figure out that mystery.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

"But yes, I'd stop you. I'd kill you if I had to." "What if they're the ones who will cross me?" "They're still my family. It wouldn't matter." Was I supposed to stay still after that? Thankfully, I didn't flinch but my heart did a flip I couldn't comprehend and my chest started to hurt. But I ignored it, pursed my lips and nodded. I nodded even though the Mob's number one rule was to honor their wives. But I'd kill Lucas too if he hurt my family. In my case, Chase. I'd kill Lucas if he ever hurt Chase. I was the only one allowed to do that. And Chase was the only one who can talk back to me without fear of being killed. In reality, the question in my head was “will I not be his family after

"This new system you have proposed, it's amazing, It's groundbreaking, it would change the entire continent forever, but it will never work. The continent is too divided and we are all enemies at peace. It's you who's responsible for cross border trading picking back up. The Falling Stardust is the only guild with products in all provinces even the beastmen want what you're selling," Fitzroy voiced his support and reservations in one fell swoop tossing cold water on all the elder's enthusiasm.

The familiar scent hit Cecilia's nose as she recognized Skylar. "Ha, you're smarter than I thought," Skylar smirked as she stepped closer to Cecilia. "I didn't want to waste time on you, but you just had to go after Henry! We're about to get married. Why did you still have to find him?" Skylar's delicate features twisted in rage as she kicked Cecilia's abdomen with her sharp heels repeatedly. Cecilia curled up on the floor in agony.

“Please kill it, Zane. It’s not going to tell us anything substantial and I’m so bloody tired.” Zane raised his hand, and my eyes widened when I saw dim light spark off the knife I had seen him hold earlier. It was oddly glowing an amber light just like Jace’s hair. The blade could reflect one’s reflection. It looked sharp as a shard of glass, the hilt set with sapphire stones. The bound boy gasped. Fear shown in his eyes and I could see it through the blade’s reflection of him. “Sylvaris is back!” he protested, struggling with the wires that bound him behind his back. “All the supernatural world knows it— I know it— how come you don't know? I swear, I can tell you where he is—"