Star Platinum Requiem Novels & Stories

“Grows on meteorites? “She laughed slightly. “Yes. It looks like a diamond. Acts like a diamond. But it is a star stone. Somehow when I thought of that, I knew that was what I wanted to get you on the day our sons were born.” He said as he slipped it on her finger. “A piece of the stars from me to you.”

Chapter 125 – The Golden Star’s Reckoning The golden star blazed in the nexus’s starfield, its light a radiant inferno, no longer soft but fierce, as if the nexus itself were rallying for a final stand. Jessica led her companions along a path of molten gold, its surface searing under their steps, each pulse of light syncing with the hollowness in her chest, a scar now alive with purpose after choosing mortal freedom in the prismatic star’s crucible.

“All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable.” “Is it because I rejected you? Is that the appeal?” She was switched on for sure. “Maybe… Who knows?” He was making it out like she wasn’t getting to him. “I’m sure you can get millions of others to be how you want them to be. Me… I am not into you… So if you can please just fuck off out of my life. I want nothing in the world to do with you.” “Okay…” Tristan nodded. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” He was going to cripple her fiancé… That was the first thing he was going to do… Second thing was to burn her little shop…

Then it landed on me. And he didn’t blink. My stomach dropped. A seer stepped forward. Her eyes were white as bone, voice low and flat as she read the names of new bonds, new pairs stepping forward to claim fate. Cheers followed each name. Then it was quiet again. And the stone she held began to glow. A thread of silver light stretched from her palm to the center of the circle. Killian stepped forward. The light turned black. Gasps and Murmur could be heard from the crowd.

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

I was organizing my latest paintings when Asher knocked on my door. "Clara, I have a proposal," his eyes shone with excitement. "Would you be interested in co-hosting a psychic art exhibition with me?" "An exhibition?" I was surprised. "You paint, too?" "You could say that," Asher smiled mysteriously. "I have another identity you might have heard of." He took out a silver stamp engraved with a complex star pattern. My eyes widened. It was the exclusive seal of "Stardust." Stardust, the most mysterious and acclaimed psychic artist in Europe. His works were priceless, but no one had ever seen his face.

He said. His words broke my heart, was he about to reject me? He dare not. “I have no time to face all this, about the mating bond it can be dissolved. But not now, all I care about is getting my revenge. I would avenge the death of my parents at all cost. If I have to die to get that done, then so be it.” I said, every word I said was filled with determination. It’s a promise I was making to myself, I would get stronger and kill everyone, and I wouldn’t leave a soul.

My mood turned sour immediately but then, she broke the silence by sliding a small black box across the smooth glass surface in front of me. “What’s this?” I asked, my eyes lightening up with excitement. It wasn’t every day someone bought me a present, especially not Ayva. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Just a little congratulatory gift," she said. I eagerly opened the box and my eyes widened at the sight of a diamond wristwatch nestled inside. I looked at her, shocked that she would spend so much money on me, especially considering her current situation. She was still getting back on her feet, and yet she had chosen to splurge on such an extravagant gift.

The seer begins her incantations and muttering prayers of offerings and thanksgiving to the Moon goddess. “Today is the reopening of another chapter in our lives and in the lives of everyone in Blood pack. A lot have been done and a lot have been missed for seven long years but Selena have always proved to know better. Behold a new era is upon us and in this era shall be greatness of all kind, I see a blessed Union and the hands of two great leaders. Go and make this pack prosperous. By the power that is vested in me, i coronate you as the Luna of Blood pack. May the moon goddess bless the union of Jared and Isabel Blood.” The seer announces. We stand to say our vows with our hands entwined

Just settled into himself, like he’d decided the exact amount of space he would occupy, and that was final. His eyes were silver. They moved across the room in a sweep that didn’t look like a sweep. They didn’t stop on me. I turned back to the front. The High Elder called the ceremony to order. The lights dropped except for the column of moonlight through the open ceiling—Blood Moon light, redder than ordinary and thick in a way that made the air feel different. Heavier. Like it was waiting. It moved slowly at first. I watched it find a pair across the room, a Delta male and a north-pack female, both going rigid before the gold thread pulled taut between them. The crowd made a soft sound. Th