Star Tear Novels & Stories

I whispered. “No,” she said. “I am the first. The original Luna. The one who forged the Star.” I stared at her. “Necros—he stole it. He corrupted it.” She nodded. “Because I let him.” “What?!” “Because the Luna Star was never meant to be a weapon. It was meant to be a choice.” “I don’t understand.” She stepped closer. “You will.” She reached into her chest—into light—and pulled out a second Luna Star. Pure. Unbroken. Radiating peace and power.

I say, beam with pride, even though calling Jartre my boyfriend feels weird. “We love a man – well, you do – who changes things up. Aster actually comes from an Ancient Greek word for ‘star’ because the flowers look like a star,” she explains while putting a way a tray of clean glasses. “I’m full of useless information like that,” she giggles. I stand there, momentarily frozen, staring at the picture on my phone feeling my heart flutter in my chest. “Oh my God…” “What?” “My boyfriend likes to call me Starlight,” I explain.

Powerful. “You’ll do,” he said evenly. Gabriel yanked her toward the door. The asymmetrical straps of her silver dress hung unevenly on her shoulders, apparently threatening to fall at any moment to reveal her amazing breasts. He knew it was only a cunning artifice of design, but as they walked towards the guests, and he heard the sound of her six-inch-high silver stiletto heels beside him, Gabriel watched men get whiplash from turning their heads to gawk at her.

' -Franziene/Yuna ~Stargem: Rewrite~

“I want to eat the biggest, juiciest, and most expensive steak you can find. Jail food is a joke.” As an eerie silence fell in the area, except for the rustle of a light breeze, Tamashi thought about whether his demands were taken seriously. After a brief pause, Star began to laugh. Sweat formed on Tamashi’s forehead. “Of course! That works for me. Now, one last thing before we go. Let me properly introduce myself.” The wind picked up, blasting through Star’s hair. The bright sunlight shone in her hazel eyes. Her lips formed into a determined grin.

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

“For Elyra.” The Starless relic’s core surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum rattling bone. Its crystalline heart pulses, shadow-coils writhing within, screech splitting stone. Veyra corners Taryn, blade slashing, grazing her arm, blood spilling. “Name the master!” Taryn’s twin-star eyes glint cold, jagged runes on her blade dull, hymn grating. Her voice cracks, low. “The Starless… it’s all.” Her eyes flicker, pain surfacing, hymn faltering. Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the Starless relic’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the seal. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I sh

Instead she signed her expresion of consern by taking her pointer and middle finger and run them down her right cheek from eye to jaw. Star is the smallest of the group at five foot five inches. She was thin in frame, but never needed to be bulky as she was the sniper. Her skin was beautiful, the color of dark honey that was framed by short straight dark brown hair. Her eyes were green in color, but will forever be dead as they held no light. "All good, Star. Just ran into those Tech K9s you spotted. I took care of them." Aeon responded, relaxed as ever.

I paid the check and told Jo to keep the change. "Ready baby girl?" a loose ebony curl tickled my ear as it escaped my braid. "Ready mama." I helped her down from her seat and grabbed her hand before turning and facing the man who stared me down since walking in a short while ago. When I finally saw him I lost my breath. Good lord he was fine, his skin was tan hinting at native heritage. He had long dark brown hair touching his broad shoulders. His eyes stared back at me a beautiful shade of honey brown. He had a scar along the right side of his face, his only imperfection.