Star Of Hell On Wheels Novels & Stories

“Believe in us!” The drama peaked with the third twist: the chamber split, revealing a truth—the star wasn’t testing their love; it was *stealing* it, siphoning their bonds to fuel the fracture’s return, Vynia its puppet. Jessica’s hollowness roared, her love for Kade, Selene, Lucas, Bryan her only anchor. She lunged for the loom, her glow blazing, a desperate cry against betrayal. “Our love is ours!” she screamed, pouring her will into the threads, weaving their truth—Kade’s devotion, Selene’s loyalty, Lucas’s trust, Bryan’s hope, her own scarred heart. The chains trembled, her companions rallying, their hands reaching for hers, but Vynia’s laugh echoed, and the loom pulsed, threads slashin

Without any words, I slapped him hard with disgust, " Fuck you!" __________ || Azrael De Luca's POV || " Breaking News: The rising model Star, Kiera Stevens's has slapped Azrael De Luca in a public party. Citizens are wondering what has gone wrong between these two!" The tabloids were flooding with new headlines, bringing more commotion with each piece of news. I didn't avert my eyes from the news, reviving the memories from tonight's party. Although, her slap was long gone, my skin still felt it every bone and through.

"Farah Danvers, the only child of the late General Danvers. She was known as the 'Dark Star' of the werewolf race, with her dark hair, grey eyes, and cherry lips. Raised by her father to be a future general, they relocated to Crescent Hills, where she crossed paths with Mobali in the palace. They discovered they were mates, and Mobali was at his happiest. However, war erupted between werewolves and vampires, and General Danvers fell gravely ill. Farah, determined to honor her father's legacy, led her fellow werewolves in battle. Regrettably, she didn't survive. And her father passed on too. Mobali received her cherished jewelry as proof of her fate, but he couldn't accept it, embarking on a

*Starblood Pack — Dungeon, Midnight* The dungeons beneath Starblood were nothing grand. Lesley sat shackled against the wall, her wrists bound by silver chains that bit into her skin, the raw marks a constant reminder of her fall. Once, she had walked through packs with her chin high, chosen one, Mate to the supreme Alpha. Now, she was reduced to shadows, waiting for scraps, her name whispered like a curse. Her eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight, feral with bitterness.

"The First Luna has claimed the ash. To relight the fire, you must provide the fuel. A life for a life. A Queen for a Hive" "I am not giving you my soul, Silas," I said, my emerald eyes turning into lethal points of white light. "We do not want your soul, Sun-Walker," Silas countered. "We want the Star-Child. She is the only one whose light is pure enough to burn the First Luna’s code into the very marrow of the world". The Hive of Silence flooded into the chamber—hundreds of black-grey wolves, their bodies creating a wall of soundless static. They didn't attack; they simply stood, their presence a weight that threatened to snuff out the very air.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

StarWolf was the son of Caspian and the Witch Star, he had grown into a huge Alpha Wolf, his coat blue/black, long and thick and his eyes were deep, navy blue. He was bigger and more powerful than his father because he was half Witch and carried his mother's magic. She had instilled her values into him, and he had learned to control his dark side. He became Alpha by challenging and killing the current Alpha, a no-good Rogue called Racer, who had led his small Pack into a battle with a Patrol and killed him without knowing. Racer was not an Alpha Wolf, he was a rogue Beta who had got lucky and led a small group of males. He integrated them into Caspians old Pack and renamed it, The Lost Souls

In such circumstances the male has to choose between losing himself to Satan or losing himself to King Hardin, and Jayden chose to lose himself to Satan rather than surrender to Hardin, the king nicknamed (Washer of Blood), because during his reign the blood of hundreds of innocent people of his kind was wasted for trivial reasons. She opened her heavy eyes, feeling a movement hovering around her, raised her head, which she felt weighs a ton, moaning with pain spreading throughout her body, she suffered both until she fell asleep last night, she cried and lamented and mourned her luck, crying the tenderness of her mother who does not remember her and the protection of her father, who does no

Then the Black Star appeared over the northern mountain, and suddenly Orion became the least of my problems. Sam found me first. “Kazan.” I knew from his expression. “What?” “You need to see this.” We walked outside. Then I saw it. Black. Enormous. Suspended above the mountain. Exactly as I remembered it. The Black Star. My wolf surged. “Kate!” She came running. Astraea and Orion were behind her. The moment Astraea saw the Star, she stopped. I moved in front of her automatically. “No.” She sighed. “Dad.”

" Shut up. I have had enough of your bullshit now." " Guys, come on. Restrain her " Shadows surround me. Foreign hands grip my wrists and pin my legs apart. While Ryder's gets above me, hovering, ready for it, a sadistic look in his eyes. " Any safe word, baby doll?" And next, what I spoke made the surrounding men freeze and the aura in the room change drastically. "Here..tte....take over." And just like that, I allowed the beast inside me to take over. Not giving a damn about the repercussions. Surrendering my life to her........ The goddess of destruction and chaos. The goddess of death.