Star Platinum Requiem Novels & Stories

Isabella and Ella after taking some rest left for the opening ceremony of the competition that was held in the same hotel. Isabella was hoping to meet her idol fashion designer during the competition as Ella being a famous stalker of the campus and having connections in the upper class informed her that her Idol is in the hall across the corridor and she can meet her there. Isabella left the ceremony to meet her Idol but entered the wrong hall that was filled with people who were dressed grandly.

someone shouted. The words rippled outward until they became a chant: “AETERNUM! STAR! AETERNUM! STAR!” Mies lifted a small, gleaming crown — crafted from Aeternum alloy, light as air, strong as steel. With deliberate grace, he placed it upon Queen Emilia’s head. “From this day forth,” he declared, his voice carried by hidden amplifiers across the city, “Emilia Clarke Holstein shall be known as The Star Consort of Aeternum — symbol of unity, and of peace’s triumph over war.”

A small table held a single white porcelain bowl filled with dark, swirling poison. Ian’s voice rang out, formal and merciless. “Yara, former Luna of the Shadowveil Pack. You stand accused of attacking my companion and causing the death of my unborn heir. For this betrayal, I, Alpha Ian, reject you as my mate. I severe any bonds between us, and as of today, you are no longer mine.” The rejection tore through me like fire. The mate bond snapped violently, ripping a guttural scream from my throat as pain exploded in my chest.

The man on the other end of the line was silent for a long moment before he spoke. “Annalise Wright, the heir of the Snow family is only allowed to be widowed, never divorced. “If you choose to marry me, there will be no room for regret.” I lowered my eyes. “Mm, I won’t regret it.” Levi Snow and I were childhood friends. We were betrothed by our families when we were young, and we had always gotten along well.

The scent of Jessica's lavender lingerie detergent wafted through the air. Mattie sighed, squelching her jealousy. Everyone had a different destiny. You had to settle for the cards fate handed you, even if you didn't necessarily like them. That's just the way the world worked. It was all part of the great cosmic poker game. Jessica's cards held trips to Sweden, a well-paying job, and lavender-scented soap. Her own cards? Her cards held a quilt shop inherited from her grandma, scraps of money left at the end of the month, and whatever detergent happened to be on sale.

There were no flowers. No music. No vows. Just paper. Three sheets of parchment, thick and cream-colored, laid out on the long, carved table in the Valtoris study. The ink smelled sharp. The quill had already been dipped. Xavier stood at one end of the table, hands clenched behind his back. His stomach twisted like it had been wrung out. This was it. This was the moment. Not an altar. Not a kiss. Just signatures. A legal joining, witnessed and recorded. An heir claiming what had been chosen for him.

A thin bead of red blooming across her pale skin. “Seven.” My breath shook so hard I couldn't think. There was no angle. No distraction. No clean shot. Not without Hannah ending up dead. “Six.” She shut her eyes. “It's a shame we didn't get to say goodbye properly,” she whispered. “Don't forget why you're here.” “Five.” I took a step forward. Vladislav grabbed my wrist. “Valencia, no.” Tears burned painfully behind my eyes. Four. Three.

The scout also sent a message to Alpha Arthur, attaching the evidence he had obtained. [I've received some evidence and information, I'm sending it via email.] Alpha Arthur opened the message from the scout and was surprised to see that his mother and sister were also involved. The next day, Omega Susan's cremation ceremony took place in Green Valley funeral Home. Camille immediately cried hysterically when the cremation machine was turned on. It wasn't only Camille who felt deep sadness but almost all the members of the Shadow Moon pack. Except for Elena and Sofia, who only pretended to be sad.

Draven’s POV I have been trying this ritual every year since I was sixteen. Sixteen was when I became a man in this goddess-forsaken town. A Seer foretold that I would find my mate, as Tiamat has been reborn. I was told to do a summoning ritual during the full moon when it is in the constellation of Sagittarius. I have done that for the last six years. I am tired of waiting for and wanting what is mine and the power that I will gain from our union. After the ritual failed again this spring, I decided to try it in September. I will try it every month if that's what it takes.

No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I'm not the one you were meant to find It's not up to you, it's not up to me, yeah When everyone tells us what we can be And how can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight We sing the last verse together to each other. Our eyes battling and fighting. Our souls uniting. There's no return as I let go there and now. All I want is to fly with you All I want is to fall with you