Star Tear Novels & Stories

Head Admin orders only incoming students. "Star Castrophie, 18 years old and I'm a Star gazer. It means I command all the stars in the galaxy and I can move the planets." he introduced, I suddenly diminished in his ability. I turned my gaze to the woman who was examining me earlier. "Red Fyez, 17 years old I'm a Blaze User. I can be a fire woman if I want to and fly if I want to, but right now I want to burn the person in front of me." Suddenly I was swallowed up by what she said. Because I'm the person she says is in front of her.

A strong hand clapped him on the back drawing his attention forward. “Look, see there!” Dean said, pointing to the Black sails coming around the corner. Gavin's first reaction was to grab a hold of Dean for touching him but paused. Gavin’s eyes spotted the ghost-like ship gliding across the ocean. It was still as haunting as the first time he laid eyes on it. It was a ship from nightmares but it was stunning. He spotted her golden hair as the ship drew near. The doom in his stomach fading slightly. The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still.

Stellar Punch emphasized intention over force to refine the light of the sun, moon, and stars in order to ultimately gain the power to control them. Severin would be able to manipulate vast amounts of surrounding starlight for his own use if he could cultivate Stellar Punch to Small Success. On a smaller scale, he would gain a significant boost to his combat power and become virtually unstoppable if he could manipulate all the starlight in the Starry Sky Battlespace.

He turned, pleading, to the senior women who had once doted on and shielded him in every way they could. But now those women looked at him with shock, with disgust, with contempt. They drew back as if from a plague, putting clear distance between themselves and him. So he flung his last hope toward the teacher who had once prized him like a gem—Lyra Moonglass. Lyra was watching him too, her expression a tangled knot. There was the anger of being deceived, the regret of being fooled, but most of all the hollowness left when a dream falls apart.

"Then take it. But you won't take him." Leo raised his sword. "Move aside, Izzy. I don't want to hurt you, but I will. He has to die for our family to rise." "Our family is dead!" I shouted. "You killed it the moment you joined these murderers!" I didn't have a sword. I didn't have armor. But I had the Starlight. I reached deep inside my soul. I didn't try to hide my magic anymore. I let it roar. The silver mark on my collarbone began to glow so bright that the bone-masked man had to shield his eyes.

--- The stars are liars. Their light reaches me long after they've died, painting promises they'll never keep. The Shattered Star's power hums beneath my skin, a cold, celestial itch that no amount of scrubbing with marsh reeds can cleanse. Eden calls it a gift. Kael sniffs it like a pending storm. But I know the truth-it's a requiem, playing on loop.

Shifting in his arms, I turned to face him. We didn't say anything for a while, simply staring at each other for the longest time as he brushed my hair over my shoulder, a faint smile on his face that held no regrets. "You're sparkling like a star." He whispered. "Only because you know that I'm not a Human." "No. For me, you were always sparkling. As a Human and a Mermaid, because you are the woman that I love." If I'm a star, then he must be the sun. Shining brighter and bringing so much warmth, I can't help but feel comforted.

Halfway through their dinner, Moran turned to Vesta because of a startling memory. "Hey, PrimeStar Technologies is growing its staff. Do you intend to give it another go? Although Vesta had recently traveled overseas, she was already aware of PrimeStar's recruitment campaign. In all honesty, she was very tempted. After all, joining PrimeStar would greatly advance her career because they were known for their state-of-the-art technologies.

He stood completely still, like he was forced to allow it. That hit me hard. I knew Taren. When he wants something, he takes it. When he doesn’t, he stops it. So why was he letting her do this? Kaelum rumbled through the bond, deep and angry. “Her touch is cold,” he said. “She is not the Star.” Kaelum didn’t speak like that unless something was wrong. Taren’s hands stayed at his sides. His posture stayed locked. His eyes did not soften. His body looked like he was holding himself back from violence.

My head was too full, my heart even fuller. Sayora stopped suddenly and crouched, parting a patch of moss with the tip of her knife. “Starleaf,” she murmured, voice calm and precise. “Rare, and only blooms after a storm. Look closely, child. See how the edges glow faintly silver? That’s how you know it’s still fresh.” I was tempted to ask why she had buried the words that left my mouth. “I know.” She had said. But then she moved on from it like those words never left my mouth. I did too for a brief moment.